Her life is a song
And she made me sing along
the melody flowed from her lips,
the lyrics from her heart,
and they touched my soul,
and grasped it with power.
She was made for music, music for love.
and love she did,
though it broke her apart.
But music proved to be her magic, her saving grace.
It lifted the pieces of her from the ground
and taped her back together.
That staff of melody wrapped around her being
and healed her.
Every note and pitch became one with her
until she lived, and breathed music.
Life's song then broke into a quartet,
So many voices and she had to decide on one.
She could challenge herself and take that step up
or she could chose to be comfortable and stay put.
So she listened carefully, and decide she did.
she chose the challenge, the highest to pitch.
It came with a price,
to leave her old songs behind.
So she carried with her, a blank music sheet.
A new one to write.
The newness of it all, makes her voice shaky
she fears she's not hitting the notes right.
she's afraid she's lost the power of her song
she's afraid she can't make them sing along.
So she stops. She gives up. She sings no more.
Her music sheet, half filled.
The melody still plays in her heart
But she lacks inspiration to start.
The strings remain untouched, the keys feeling lonely as us
but most importantly, she's left that music sheet to gather dust.
"Don't stop" I tell her, "don't you dare abandon love.
Love is music, and music is you.
Be passionate, be strong,
be music.
it's where you've ALWAYS belonged.
your inspiration may be far, and too many songs away
but they know they want to hear you sing
that new song one day."
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