Music To My Soul

Candles light my thoughts of you. Soothed by lyrics and melodies, I imagine you cradling your guitar. Notes dance on the tenement wall between you and I. Tender hours rest before dawn, yet I lie awake, wanting to hear one more song drift through and all around me. I am not alone but near you when you play, lifted to mountaintops, caressed by the soft breeze of your lullabies. I feel your fingers gently strum away silence; lonely spaces are filled with beauty. Music comes (soulful, floating, effortless) without intent, and I am grateful.