Seated at my beloved piano I play my song
To all who would hear
The light my canopy
Having reveled in the chorus
I turn back to the darkness
Echoes of my medley surrounding
Once more as I sit
Listening to myself, self-centering as before,
The echoes once ignored are keenly observed
Heart open to hear an audience
Ripples of echoes in the canopy revealed
What young blind eyes could not see;
Before there was only the familiar space of solitude
In the echoes
Between the waves
The void...speaks...lays...
Singing its medley-
My
Medley
But looking longer as I play I realized
The medley is not only mine
It is His.
God's.
My medley had always been a part of it.
I had my answer.
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Ambience (Poetry Book 2)
PoetryRandom thoughts from different moments on various things for infinite reasons. This is my second book of poetry with the first, "Poems of the Atmos". Unless mentioned otherwise, none of the photos are mine. The book cover was made by me with Canva a...
