Music



MUSIC
By: Lisa Easterling

whatever music my soul is singing
whatever song this is i play
it's at once a rushing, frantic thing
and a soft and sweet ballet
whatever notes my heart gives forth
whatever rhyme the tears would bring
i cannot let this deep refrain
fly me away on silken wings
for whatever dream i've tucked away
safely beneath emotion's eye
must forever dance and forever play
and forever rest with silent cry
whatever music heaven holds
whatever symphony we share
i cannot help but hope upon hope
that dreamtears might come easily there

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Summer 2003 Issue