Feb 13, 2010 05:07
You always ask me
why I do the things I do
You tell me that I shouldn't
but I know that I can't help it.
You ask me why
My answer is found in the sound
the beautiful melody found
on 25 black and white keys
you birthed that night, in joy.
That sound, that joy, is why.
I see that melody in your eyes
I hear it in your voice, your laugh.
I see it in you, wanting out.
And that beautiful thirty seconds
of piano and sound? That,
That is what I see in you. Daily.
You see colors, I see song.
Everyone has a song, a melody,
though not all songs get heard.
That's why I do these things.
To help you find that smile again,
That which graced the room that night,
and to help you find your song
and sing it loudly to the world.
It is all I have ever wanted.
That friendship, found in sounds
of melody, song, and smiles.
Play it again.
poetry