LINES OF THOUGHT © 2015
The drops that fall on the piano are full tears,
Loaded with emotion and longing,
For moments that once were stars,
Lived in pure and radiant happiness.
Each note echoes like a lament,
Where the heart, in silence, still groans,
Hoping that fate, at some moment,
Will return the smile it mourns.
But there is hope at the bottom of this sigh,
A flame that insists on shining bright,
That one day, time will be redeemed,
And love, once again, will take flight.
And thus, with the lightness of a child,
It will love, sing, and leap in pure trust unfiled.