She walks through her garden of words
Choosing them carefully
She lays them all out leaving no doubt
The way it's supposed to be

All of her tears are standing in line
As she prepares to write
The darkness watches, and waits its turn
To hold her throughout the night

A sad song on her raido
Giving her tears their cue
The first one leaves finding her sleeves
As her pain starts breaking through

Her memories flooding her pen filled hand
She writes as fast as she can
Broken and mangled, her mind relents
Remembering her heartache again

Spilling her soul one drop at a time
She stumbles to her bed
Cleansing her mind, her words take their place
Knowing that all has been said

The raido turns on,
And I'm,
I'm that one girl that doesn't ,
Turn today's hits.
I'm the one,
The one that turns on the Bach suite,
Or escala ,
Or 2 cellos,
Or the Brandenburg concerto ,
Or the piano Guys,
Or philip wesley,
Or the old classic yo yo ma.
I kinda keep it hidden,
Not wanting the odd looks.
So I showed some people my music and as expected it was as if it were a foreign language.
Sure they new how to say bonjour, or merci,
But they didn't understand the beauty of the language,
The fluency or the romantic sound.
So I went to this camp for chamber music.
A room filled with child prodigies,
I stare in awe.
At the all these people,
Just like me,
I'm just like them,
But different.
For we share the love of instruments,
And the genius classical music that these composers wrote.
Yet we are different,
Seeing as how we all enjoy different instruments.
All of us at different levels,
But at the same sense of passion.
I am understood,
And I understand,
That's all a musician could ask for.

She lays in her death bed
As tears fill her eyes
Stricken with cancer
She's now paralyzed

She asks for her husband
To sit by her side
He kneels down to comfort
His bedridden bride

She says she'd give anything
Just to have one more chance
To know what it feels like
To dance

He turns on the raido
And takes her by the hand
He holds her in his arms
For she can no longer stand

As the music is playing
He carries her high
Her feet off the floor
She can almost fly

Her eyes begin closing
As they spin round and round
She fills like a princess
Who's missing her crown

She's smiling and crying
In her euphoric trance
She knows what it feels like
To dance

I watch you grow everyday,  I try to make you smile all the way.
I can see you learning, I can see you try.
I can see the love in your eyes..even when you cry...
I will be your music, when the raido goes out I'll forever sing your favorite song.
My sweet child your're right where you belong.
Little girl i love you and you know it's true.
Yes.. I know you're different but it only makes you better!! A special kind of love....my colorful dove.
So innocent, so pure..I couldn't ask for more.
Mommy's here to help you, I saw you grow today.
It was the sweetest sound you uttered away.
Come on baby say it..Mommy knows you can. I'm here cheering for you..your #1 fan.
Take my hand and hold it tight. Mommy's gonna protect you with all her might.
I saw you grow today. I seen you learn today.



-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016