Thursday, April 9, 2009

When the gentle breeze grazes my cheek
Whispering as it passes, into my ear

The music it plays on the leaves around me
Like the raindrops when it touches the ground.

Cellos and violins with their strings pulled gently
A vivid music that brings tears to my eye

Through the sounds of silence that I can hear
Whispers of a sound oh so familiar

The soothing tenor that calms my heart in every way
Your voice still lingers even though you have gone away.