Silence.
All is silent.
No sound to break
the solemn ache.
So fingers dare
to take it away.
A string of notes
circles down,
flowing through
first, the crashing bound
of the sea,
relenting to
the complexity
of a secret past.
Rising up
the mystery of
the unknown,
and singing the
lightness of
a spirit.
Pulling the strain of
a tossing vessel
Raging the cry
of clashing metal.
Singing
pink horizons
blowing leaves
running feet
and soft cool breeze.
Shattering hearts
stealing breath
taking you
to a place of rest
Rising, swelling
growing flight
instilled now
with imperishable life.
For even when
those hands are through
their soul remains
though notes depart
live in the memory of
the heart.