Play my heart strings. Strum the words from my soul. Cry with me. Make me brave. Dance with me along the shore. Your music is such comfort as another's arms would be. No other knows what I know, save for thee.
....and laugh with me, and our laughter will still ring in the world long after we are gone, away from the pain never long again for the rain to quench our hearts' desires.
Nice ... very nice.
ReplyDeleteJim - thank you... you know how music can speak!
ReplyDeleteMusic is the language of the heart and soul. You show that here quite exquisitely.
ReplyDeleteVery Nice
....and laugh with me,
ReplyDeleteand our laughter
will still ring in the world long after
we are gone, away from the pain
never long again for the rain
to quench our hearts' desires.
Mick - it can help us hide secrets, or reveal them. Thank you for the lovely compliment... but, to me, it seems to need something yet.
ReplyDeleteBerry - beautiful words and thoughts, as always. "...and laugh with me," ...yes, I should have had that in there too. I so enjoy our laughter.
ReplyDeleteDon't touch a thing...it is what it is....
ReplyDeleteIt is what it is...didn't we talk about that last night?
ReplyDeleteMick and Bob - OK... point taken.
ReplyDeleteThank you both.