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.