Pen Paper and Soul

  

“And for that one moment while the music plays you know who you are and everything you wish to be.”

Within us is the sounds, we are the ones the music is written for.  

I hear it in my ear

A different sense of lyric, 

With sources of its rhythm

still remain unknown.

To remain inside

Hearts and minds, 

when one create tone 

and now I know

my brightest dreams

will not be chased

alone.

A commitment to our belonging 

is purposely artful,

it’s an adhesion to our balance,

overtly hopeful, 

the ultimate test of our patience

like a time capsule.

I do not resist his pull,

nor he mine

and now I see

how love is best embraced

in full…

He is my teacher

I am learning to find 

he is like my inner self;

my pen, my paper 

and my soul.