reunion

Sitting on the floor there
Shivering from the cold air
My thoughts wander everywhere

Peace and hope that is not borrowed
Remind me of endless tomorrows
My burdens you willingly bear

Through the open window there
I let in more of the cold air
But now the shivering is spared

Thoughts turn toward your pain
Through your death we may obtain
Love that is for all to share

I close the shutters over there
Refuse to let in the cold air
And then my heart I do prepare

Ears are deaf and eyes shut tight
Now it is time to reunite
As my thoughts turn into prayer

spring

In the spring I like to walk outside through the avenues lined with cherry blossoms. Sunglasses shield my sight from the brightness, but also mute the colors of the blossoms. Magenta becomes pale pink. Pink transforms into white. I hear voices, faded and incomprehensible, I see children running to and fro. But I cannot hear them, for in my head is a personal soundtrack of wonderful melodies that has increased in intensity. I glance around me at the silence, at the energy, but only hear the crescendos of my heart.

music

you are rich dynamism
colorful and funky
and full of exquisite music
multifaceted resonance

my ears ache with joy
even the deaf can hear you
please keep playing
softly, loudly, loudly

i want to share you
love encompasses sharing
but i am human and flawed
it is difficult to share
especially something this grand