LET MUSIC BE

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.

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Written after listening to Victor Borges’ Claire de Lune.

Linking with DVERSE Poets’ Open Link Night.

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