Resting, as messages of truth pour forth like hard hitting forte. Once naive to pain, now practiced and experienced. Perhaps a prodigy to this untimely facet of existence, I hold wisdom.
Ebony notes colour the walls as the shadows fall. Blanketing the floor with muted lines, leading one on in the circles of the mind. Spirals of memories passed, I reflect upon the caverns, in hollow harmony.White-washed ivory scare the dark away this night. Tempted to skip the sour shrills, I look beyond into a brighter day. Painted in energetic overtones, where once a symphony of delicate array, displayed peace. I attempt to reclaim my happiness.
Captured in flight, the whimsical echoes fly, I dare hope again. Knowing the order, the intentional tempo of this life. Chancing not a spontaneous song, but entering into a timeless treasure. Prompting a bond. Both bass and treble, black and white, equally interchanging within the spotlight of my spirit.I choose to play again even though it hurts. Sitting still, poised and ready, I press my fingertips gently upon the keys. Allowing the beginning and end of each new season to carry a tune into my future. Allowing the melody to sing me a smile as I join into the chorus of my choices.
As sure as the sounds that reach my ears, I know inside it is love I hear. I choose to follow the conductor, reminding me of my composer. Knowing I have a unique signature, I resound with confidence. I am part of His favourite collection. I was chosen by the dawn of Love’s light- for an audience of One.
