These
words
are
reading
you.
Each
one
asks
you
for
everything.
Just one
syllable,
touches a
taut cord
in you
and it
reverberates.
If I
play you
right.
I might
make you
sing.
I’m just
a musician
looking
for a
willing
instrument.
We are
in tune.
One
and one,
a river
winding
it’s way
home.
I am alive
in you
and you
are
living
through
me.
Touching
you
without
touching
you.
Seeing me
without
ever
beholding
me.
This is
communication.
This is
art.
This is
something
like a
lover
calling.
Music
in us
moves
us,
like
we
are
one
heart.
We
have
always
been
beautiful,
together
and
apart.
Thank you
for
being,
just
breathing,
believing.
Just
be.
HG – 2021
This piece is so lovely I hardly have the comment to do it justice.
Thank you. I am happy that you enjoyed it.