bending and creasing, exploring this peaceful sound.
The winter withers the trees,
the branches become dark bony claws
grasping, starving for the pallid lavender sky.
Piano keys play from my heart, ardent in my soul.
and drift into the busy, cold river,
The notes, lost in the rush, becoming river stones.
What does the sky hold?
possibly love, or indifference
wore down with tear and fold
for everything she's had to witness
What answers would the horizon offer a lonely soul?
Who watches from afar, from the foot of the oceans?
Faithfully hoping for a voice that comes from no man,
But God, with a voice who laughs, cries, and speaks
all at the same time
My God, who knows all
and watches from his throne, In the never ending sky
and I am not alone.
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