Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse #163
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. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There is a certain silence in the burden of unseen things
Quieter than a broken cello that no longer has its strings
The songs of a thousand sorrows a choir shall never sing
But still one heart will hold them all within its broken wings
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Your hair is a legato
That flows as soft as wings
Your fingertips hold true moments
That turn eternity with every string
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There is a force that music surely holds
It moves through the heart of broken souls
Like time and longing of regret’s lost dreams
It beckons and prods through winds and strings
I held it once with a hymnal on a tattered page
Listening to a choir and a cello play
No longer standing at a back aisle pew
for then I soared where hope and angels do.
