poetry

Musician

1999

Silence.
Filling the air, haunting the darkened corners of my soul.
Taking the light that once was there and turning it into void.

One time, there was music in the air.
But now, the music is gone, replaced by nothingness.

Silence.

And how I long for the music.
How I wish that my soul would sing again.
And I forget that I can make it do so.

And now, the Musician is playing...ever so softly...

I can hear Him as He speaks to my heart.
I run away from Him, yet I am drawn in.
His melody flows through my being;
His harmonies are beautiful...
The music of perfect love.

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