Candles Flame

Candles lit, the music played, The flame did sway… Not by breathe, Nor finger play. I watched it there, A tender thing. It never spoke, Nor song to sing. Beauty lit upon the wall, Gave nothing back, Yet proud and tall. The wax it melts, A symbol pass. A flame does live, Until its lasts. A tear I cried, Such simple thing. It never wants, Nor asks a thing. Though can kill, It sits so still. Lights the world, Or burns at will. To warm, to heal, To light, to see. Wants nothing but; A will to be.