May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields and,
Until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand…
I wrote this about a month ago, but, just now noticed I posted it as a private entry instead of friends only..
an unseen hand starts the performance
resonating strings and echoing brass fill the hall
rising above the echoes
one sound plays to my soul
a song that for a brief moment
came to life and washed over me
chaos dwindled and beauty reborn as the notes play out
a bright crescendo and the swelling lights set the scene
a ringing melody whispering promises of the eternal
with the warm dark tones enriched my mind
the sweet song falters and soon there is dischord
the tempo changed and the players eyes are shut
there now sounds only a cacophony
patrons leave unable to bear the song any longer
one is still firmly seated humming along
willing the sounds to sync up once more
guiding the conductors hands
eyes locked in the midst of it all
The lights grow dim
the sounds fade into silence
exiting the hall and walking down the street
I hear a faint melody play in my head
