A Sudden Perspective That Was Not So Sudden

There is a kind of feeling people get
When they go to concerts they like
But it is not as good
or intense
as worshipping Jesus

Yearning for a Sound

I have always loved music
It goes down deep into your soul
And touches things that you thought
You could not reach yourself.

To know and be known
This is relationship
There is a music to it
We all crave that kind of touch.

I saw you in a dream
sitting at the piano
you wore a fedora
and your red hair was like falling flames from underneath that lucky hat.

You sang into a microphone
and I wept to hear your voice
but you did not sing of pain
(though you played it).

the room was still as I stared
Like a creep
or a lost puppy
depending on your mood
I was in dark
gazing at the light.

play on I say
let the keys call their hammers
and let them fall upon the strings
as each word you sing into the mic
gives birth another dream.

I heard music when I woke
For the first time I can recall
Notes repeating up and down
With beauty in it all.

There are other chords

Some I even know

But one just resonates its way

Deep into my soul.

It rings out low and

And feels my pain

And gives it voice

To cry again.

Other chords are out there still

But I wait not for them

Maybe one day I’ll find the will

But I’ll keep on till then.