My soul’s passageon a winding, twisting pathis a way with many bendsharboring surprisesThese I both fear and welcome these intrusions in my rhythmthat open both my heartand my ears to the possible new song A melody that is bornfrom a melancho…
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The Music In His Soul
The music gently called him in his cradleWhile he was just a childBefore he could even talkHe hungered and reached to play alongThey made him wait.Made him wait until he was six years oldthen he took to it like bees make honey.The longer he studiedthe …