Words reaching out of my soul,

Melody writing itself in my head,

Notes piercing through my heart,

Music... emotion the language of the soul.

Things said that could never be spoken,

Pictures painted with out one drop of paint,

Hearts touched with out a single prayer...

This is my cry I am the musician.

The soul listens with an intent ear,

The lyrics sung with great passion,

The heart stopped with every beat of a drum,

Love is no more... only music.

All art inspired with each note...

The musicians cry felt with a tear,

True love defined in every song...

Each emotion expressed, all things made

known.

I plead to your hear my cry,

I bed of thee, stop this hatred, hear the cry,

I am the musician...

And this is my cry...

The art has seized

A river stopped by a dam,

Your path obstructed by a mountain,

The words do not flow freely,

The canvas remains empty,

The art of emotion remains undefined,

An empty void fill my mind

Words no longer written,

Point no longer used,

What to do when the soul becomes,

What to write when the pen is out of ink,

How to sing when the music is too soft,

How to love when the heart has grown cold?

The composer dear and, painter blind,

Nothing left to writer, and nothing to say

Emotion felt no more, all music is gone

What to write, what to say?

Someone's Theme

Her song haunts my dreams,

Her beautiful face fills my fantasies,

I long for her touch,

Plea for her love,

If only she were here,

Loving me,

I wish I could see here once more,

Feel her touch once again,

Hear her amazing voice linger on,

I cry out her name in my sleep,

someone...someone...someone...

I beg for her love each day,

I wish you were here,

Loving me once more,

Holding my hand again,

I wish u were here,

I love you

I plead for your presence,

Be with me once more,

Love me again,

Let me hear your sweet, sweet voice,

May I be your Romeo and you my Juliet,

In Shakespeares play of love,

I am cast away longing to come back,

You are my love,

And I am yours?

I love you Be with me

The Writers Gift

All that is true, Sent from God,

Pure emotion defined, no confusion,

All feelings expressed,

That is the writers gift.

True joy in the one who posses the gift,

All happiness once acquired,

Words flow like water, Emotion pours out from the soul

Sent from God, in all its purity

Depth beyond all reason,

The soul easily read,

Pain, love anger, joy, hatredAll are known,

The door opened to all emotion,

And yet is closed to reality,

Time stops, when the writer, writes,

Hate relinquished, when the gift expressed,

Thank you God, for the writers gift,

Praise be to the Lord, for he has blessed me,

Poetry of love, written to my Lord,

Thank you God for the writers gift,

I love thee Lord, thou hast blessed me.

Amen to the heavens,

They are great,

I love you God and I thank you,

This is the writers gift.

You Found Me

I fall each day,

But you are there,

You lift me up,

And I praise your name.

Pains grow so great

My spirit grows weary,

But you heal me,

You guide me

I am now your messenger,

I pray you guide me,

I t is left to you now

I am your follower, once more.

Lead me

Guide me

Help me

I am your servant again

I was once so lost,

Found, I am now

Spiraling in the darkness

but now, the light has appeared.

Thank you oh God

I praise thee, my Lord

I love you

And live for you in eternity