The Gift of Music
This is an idea that I’ve been trying for years to find the right words to express. It’s a good deal shorter than the other sets of lyrics I’ve posted and the meter is… well, a bit strange. However, I think I’ve finally found the words to express how I feel about music.
One of the other mantics in my original fiction gets his power from sound and music itself. Ambrose Winters, who can make any instrument, play any instrument and teach any instrument… his love of music is second only to his love for his daughter.
The Gift of Music
I close my eyes and hear
The pinch of melody:
A song you’ve given me.
In quiet, I can see
Faint words that fit the tune
Like threads across a loom.
Now music fills the room
A gift that I hold dear
It shows me you are near.
One of the other mantics in my original fiction gets his power from sound and music itself. Ambrose Winters, who can make any instrument, play any instrument and teach any instrument… his love of music is second only to his love for his daughter.
The Gift of Music
I close my eyes and hear
The pinch of melody:
A song you’ve given me.
In quiet, I can see
Faint words that fit the tune
Like threads across a loom.
Now music fills the room
A gift that I hold dear
It shows me you are near.