Silence

permeates everything
filling the still air
with whispers of
the past

Silence

makes me want
to scream as
I slowly, feel
my hold on reality
slip between my
fingers

Silence

just will not do
so I sit on the bench
inhale - ready to
release

Silence

has been broken
by the first of
many notes
in a discordant
harmony and others
follow, always follow

Music

springs forth
in the muted darkness
hands poised upon the keys
ready to strike, to play, I wait and begin

Music

comples notes
highs and lows
giving living meaning
plucking away at life
I can hear them all now
my fingers flying into

Music

harmony resonates
and I've found, myself
glowing waterfall of hair
obscures the smile on my face

Music

strings are plucking
harp twinning gently
but firmly into
the cacophony
that is always

Music

emotions becoming sound
wood winds, brass, now
they join too
and more, so many more

Bliss

exists in that moment of
crescendo
When the world falls away and
the music is a living breathing part of
myself
and utterly wonderful in it's simplicity
There is nothing but
peace
and now

Silence

is beautiful.