My music rests on a page.
It plays silently.
Without a warning.
Without a sound.
Without cause.
But with feeling.
It needs only the melody of the words.
Words that play softly in tune and harmony.
They ease my mind into peace.
And continue to ring
Without sound.
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 8:54 PM UTC
My music rests on a page.
It plays silently.
Without a warning.
Without a sound.
Without cause.
But with feeling.
It needs only the melody of the words.
Words that play softly in tune and harmony.
They ease my mind into peace.
And continue to ring
Without sound.