Music came softly through the window,
A loving light showed the way,
Hand and hand like brothers,
The salt of life they played.
The melody cut to the quick,
In beautiful strings’ impression,
A tingling of feeling had surfaced,
With lyrics that stir compassion.
Her melancholy suddenly lifted,
From an evening of moody blue,
Together, the shadows in rapture,
An underbreath of review.
Music had restored her heart,
Music had played her soul,
True love has yet to find her,
But her spirit your songs console.
Ronald Whetsell's Creative Writing and Poetry Blog 