Wednesday, February 22, 2017
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.