THE SONG IN MY EYES

The Song In My Eyes

The violin cries

And I catch each tearful note

In my outstretched listening hands

There they lay, sparkling like diamonds

Dazzling like dewdrops, sharp as swords

And healing like the potion of a medicine man.

I drink in the music

And let it fill me, overfill me, drown me

In it's beauty and heartbreak

A tidal wave of motion and emotion

That sweeps me clean of pain and sand

And deposits joy there on my empty shore.

The musician pauses, bow in midair

And I voicelessly scream "No!"

And will him to continue playing until I am spent

Dissolved in tears and filled once more with hope.

Hope that only beauty discovers

And beauty fills

The violin cries and the song in my eyes

Is composed, is played, is shared, is done.

by Voo

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