The Melody of Your Soul

A poem

When I first caught your lullaby

notes seeped from your leaves.

Splashes inked their way to the

bow in the corner and melancholy

music skimmed those violin

strings like an aching heart set

to a metronome of grief sobbing.

Then a rainbow of beauty shot

through the crystal chandelier

and nestled between your stems,

soothing your sorrow in pure

light and set in motion a different

beat that flapped the wings of the

white moth searching for the moon.

The melody turned to silver dust,

falling as the silken sign all songs

answer to the call of the spirit

that surrounds.

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