Soft Songs
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Soft Songs
The fountain water plays,
a quiet sound,
an instrument completing
the orchestra...
downstairs.
The Christmas Ball,
the sheer joy of elegance.
ladies dressed in finery,
men in real tux
the hall full of faces,
lifted in cheer...
for the Birth of Christ,
and the New Year!
Every blessing,
every song,
psalms recited in
gleeful praise.
Tiny flowers filling cups of laughter,
things that remain here ever after.
Tears dropped in the snow,
from eyes frozen open.
A deafening addition to the lines.
A crescendo of drunks,
begging for a few dollars,
singing for their brew.
Not all melodies are heard,
or listened too,
the echoes however...
of every note,
are never lost in heaven.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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