I found you in April, a lone cherry blossom
Floating on the wind as the spring smiles.
Your hands were oddly calloused,
Your fingers scarred.
You told me that you played
The violin, and I told you,
I played none.

You played Chopin on the stage
And the music was yellow, red and light.
I saw the words in your music,
And your words became mine.
I saw colors within music,
The image of spring after
The last of summer's nights.

Your favorite piece was Love's Sorrow,
A piece you played like a lullaby.
Although I couldn't understand
Mozart, Kreisler and Liebeslied,
I found meaning in every
Note that your violin cried.

Your pieces were embedded
With the deepest loneliness,
Hidden within the pitches, tone and sound.
You eyes sparkled like the light
Upon the bluest water
Every time your bow touched
The strings of your old and loved violin.
And I'd remember how you looked
So utterly beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
During that one spring night.

We can only be who we are, and we are only just as strong as we choose to be. We can grow in strength, wisdom and love, but we need first to be willing to do so.

the reason to wake is to kiss the day
and be kissed back awake
by the fineness of the thinking mind
and a heart so big it breaks
on the shores of everyday madness
she bleeds a little tear and rushes
to set right the wrongs of mankind
kissing a wound here and there and here again
she wakes to a brand new day

There are 7 billion, 290 million people in this world and I want to believe I matter.
I know its a lie but prefer it to the alternative.
There are millions of student athletes and I want to believe I will go pro.
There are hundreds of millions of writers and I want to believe I will be the next Dickinson.
There are some 3 billion men in the world and I want to believe I'm going to be HER one and only love.
There are 7 billion, 290 million and 1 thousand people in this planet and I have the audacity to think I matter.