The Music Eye

The Music Eye

An eye looks out

through falling notes,

as music curls

around the skin.

The lashes sweep

like strokes of ink,

where melodies

begin to rise.

The notes fall soft

in scattered lines

like whispered tunes

that fade and stay.

They twist and climb

through quiet thoughts,

through hidden ache

behind the gaze.

The eye holds storms

of silent hurt,

of aching songs

that never rest.

Each marking moves

with gentle shake

with stories kept

in shadows deep.

I see the truth

within that shine,

a heart laid bare

through drifting sound.

And in that gaze

the music breathes,

the music heals,

the music stays.