Touch the music gently.
Let the notes descend like mist
Crowning a blossom with dewdrops wary
of bending a petal with its weight
Let music rest like a feather
On a bed of tender bluets
Each a complement to the other’s spirit
Let the melody whisper its own sweet words
Touching the heart like a leaf
landing on the water
Or a butterfly giving a flower its kiss
And the heart will yield to that music
That makes her life a dream
and brings the dream to being.
Written after listening to Victor Borges’ Claire de Lune.
Linking with DVERSE Poets’ Open Link Night.