Music came singing to the sky
It seemed none could sing or fly so high
maybe some birds
like children’s laughter
a forgotten eternal spring,
a happiness
that comes and goes
forever calling
one home
As if out from a tunnel
the first light deafens silence
wings unfold the soul – whispering
Plain truth in words unspoken
so precious the moments
of being unbroken
So soon the rains come
wet, washing
another path
home