The sweeping melody plays,

lightly each lingering note.

The dance of heart, with grace.

Steps in time, moments to hold,

sweet lullaby strumming away

whispering stories never told.


The unfolding of a single song,

a sweet tune, to the beat, softly.

A whisper of life, never gone,

echoing on, mingling harmony.


So the cascade of emotions

in time and with grace,

flow into the music of inspiration

blending into a gentle sway.


A whispering song,

A melody of soul,

On and on it plays.


April 11, 2006