Let it Find a Way

 When that last breath was whispered
And the phone call came for me
There was no longer any music
No longer any words
Swirling round my life

All the world was thunderous and glaring
And the sky so bright, too bright
All I could here was honking and shouting
No longer any words
Soothing my broken life

When I looked upon his face and whispered
That this just couldn’t be real, not this
There were no longer any notes
No longer were his words
Sending letters to my life

With all the world moving fast and loud
And the people around me offering hope and hands
All I could feel were hot burning tears
No longer were his words
Sitting waiting for me to answer

Not until the last tear was shed, not until the last flower bloomed
Would the music come again, rise again like an ocean swell
Beckoning and pulling me back
So I could hear the words
Smothering me with peace and freedom

When I sit alone now, it’s the music that calms
And the music that brings me its healing haunting melody
All I know is music can find a way to speak
When all the words have fallen away
Somehow, music finds a way


April 22, 2015