I Hear Music

I was sitting on a rock. I was sitting all alone.

I could hear the crashing waves beating on the shore, 

It reminded me of home

And why I came here, what I had done,

The tears rolled in tempo with the beat of the ocean, 

Hoping it might possibly help me see the sun again.

I thought, "Why? Why is it this way?

Why must people shout and scream and yell 

Every single day?

Why can't people be kind? Why is the world cruel?"

But it was then that I heard a sound I never expected to hear,

It was like a jewel,

A light, a savior who had come

To rescue me from an untimely demise which could never

Have been undone.

The voice floated, like wind,

Like a siren's song, flying on the breeze,

I could not even begin

To describe the feeling, the happiness, it filled

Me with peace, and I listened closer and closer so that I could hear more,

I stood, strong and still.

The wind carried the melody, and the ocean drummed,

The sea's breeze blew by my ear with a shhhh

And a gentle hum.

Then I realized it. How did I not see

It before? I hear music! Music in every single thing 

That lives and breathes,

Pulsing in the earth, pushing the waves,

God's beautiful creation was I then, no mistake, no stain on the floor,

In that moment I feared no grave.

I hear music in everything, every piece of earth,

In my heart, there are more songs than there are grains of sand,

It's a warmth.

I pulled out a paper, a pencil, and a dream.

And got to work on my music.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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