Monday, September 3, 2012

The Gift

He did not know
from whence it came, 
nor did he seek
to question its aim
He just knew
He had this beast
inside to tame

His soul’s tempo
works in harmony,
plucking chords, from
laughter to tranquility
He just played      
He did not look for fame
It was only his to claim

His fingers strum vigorously
Feelings dance passionately
searching for familiarity
Fortissimo, until pianissimo
They got lost
They did not expect to float
so effortlessly in his melody

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