I THOUGHT I HAD NO MUSIC

I thought I had no music,

I was but a note upon its own,

Monotone, in between,

Neither sharp nor minor.

My sound lay dormant, a magic moment erred

Ne’er catching the wind & soaring heights unknown.

Heart strings lay silent.

Melody of the soul, motionless.

No graceful dance to inspire passion

Nor Spirit to ignite a flame.

Black & white, cold & harsh.

Desire, longing – searching.

Suffocating vacuum, crushing.

Soon to be no more.

Oh, to be all that I could be!

What purpose is one note?

One dark spot upon a page.

Who will play me?

Who will strum my pain?

Whose ears will listen?

Whose heart waits for my song?

Chasm of the void births the cry “I WILL “

Surrendered, giving of the self, sacrificial spark ignites the flame.

LISTEN! SEE! Its now begun!

Harp, Cello, Violin; hold the note, play the sound.

Drum, Piccolo, Tambourine; echo repeat, drive the beat.

Piano grand Tuba & Horn; music within now a chord.

One dark spot upon a page, a note that had no sound.

Breathe of life, turn the key,

Reverberate the Heavens &

Sing your Symphony.

Copyright Roslyn Williams

30th August 2005 .