Water trickles
happily through ancient rocks,
the sound is music
for my troubled soul
~*~
I walk with it,
follow its course and
reach a place where
lazy waves wash upon the shore,
beckoning me,
their music slow
soothing,
entwined around my heart
~*~
Cello echoes
like gentle hands
holding my pain,
crying with me,
healing
my wounded soul
~*~
Concerto for the gleaming stars
and when my tears touch
the crystal water,
you hear the weeping strings,
the sadness of crying winds
and broken wings
~*~
A dream, a pain, a tear
reaching out through each lonely note,
the music tells me a story of
new beginnings and different endings
~*~
A sad and silent song,
the music, the lights,
the pounding of my heart,
the sighing of the wind
only I can hear
~*~
With gentle smiles
I listen to this symphony,
after a dream!