Water on my fingertips Slowly it drips Like watching leaves turn color In the Autumn skies allure Drops on the floor Never as they once were before Dripping from me, I wait For time to pass, so innate As ticks tocks and water drops Play a familiar harmony Heart pounding adds to the symphony Like how the ocean sang and danced As waves crash over the wet sand Or the way birds chipped with buzzing bees As the wind rustled the feathers of a thousand trees Understand this beauty, holy matrimony It is a perfect harmony Hold on to the lyrics sung in the skies above Listen and hold the music of truelove Water drips from my fingertips And all I do is watch it fall as my heart skips For nature’s beautiful music is hidden Taken from me as if I am forbidden Forbidden to love or feel the peace given It’s return I await, then all can be forgiven
Inspired by the memories of a river bed I used to visit often. I spent much of my time there listening to the music nature would create. I miss it very much. Now my life is too busy to enjoy much of anything.