ON HOPE…
MY RELIGION TEACHER USED TO TELL ME THAT ONE SHOULD NEVER DEPRIVE SOMEONE OF HOPE. IT MIGHT BE THE ONLY THING THEY HAVE LEFT.
Inner Opera
A lonely tear
Falls on the young
Listener of the rhythmic music,
That filled the tunnels
Of closed ears,
That now relish
The harmonious sounds
That sing.
From the tenor's vocal chords,
Onto the music sheet
Of the audience
Composed of the one,
Individual who lost
The tear,
Because of the truths,
The music dictated
Or induced within their soul
And carried away the
Deeply rooted emotions,
That hid there,
Onto the canvas
Of their history
To the masterpiece,
Of the drama,
That comes to light
Within the lines
Of the listener's composition,
Of the powerful opera
That marvels at the emotion
Of the music of hope.
Age 19 Jan 1, 1998