Her Name is Music
“My name is Music…”
were her only words
…and the ballad of her voice
filled the whole of my life
with warm rains
and gentle sunshine…
Soft and supple
Are her lips
Against the wounds of my life
Cradled within her healing song,
Brilliant are the stars
Over my calm waters,
Fulfilled is my dream
Of an endless spring day
Through which she roams
Like a breeze through the marigolds,
A goddess,
Heaven-made and infinite,
The notes woven in her hair,
A shower,
I could never retreat from
The caress of her renewing rain,
Lifting me to the skies
Of a birthing season,
Embraced,
With my strengthened arms
Outstretched in harmonic time
Towards the waltzing sun,
Praying to remain
In her melodic song,
Reaching within
To pull,
From my humming spirit,
The prismatic glow
Of what overflows
From my beating heart,
Resurrected
By the warm spring song,
Erasing the nightmare
Of an immortal winter storm…
