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Sheet Music by Lelia Thomas

I can almost taste the raindrops as they spatter down,
Outside my bedroom window, upon the thirsty ground.
Melodies, harmonic devices of nature,
Singing children to sleep.

And that sound quivers in a room,
Alive and calling me from the darkness of a tomb.
Trailing rhythms on air with the flight of a hummingbird,
Waking souls to truth.

My shadow is filling out, on the floor going black,
Even as my spirit comes whispering back.
It’s a human song that angels laud in heaven–
Undying strings of sound.

I’ve quit digging those moss-covered graves,
In the summer rain, I’ve found what saves.
It’s in the sound of life that pushes through veins–
Instrumental orchestras of existence.

Composed of dust and remnants, I am.
My bones written into place by a Scribe’s hands,
My mind ablaze by lonesome chords of the Musician,
For these things I live.

As raindrops spatter down,
Singing children to sleep,
And waking souls to truth
With undying strings of sound
And orchestras of existence,
I am finally breathing, finally living.

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Written in 2003. Another poem in honor of musicians. Beautiful music, I believe, has strong influence over people and must be respected and cared for, preserved throughout the ages.