In the wind I hear the music, crying soft tears of sadness. I ask can you hear the music. I am given looks of uneasiness, as they can not hear the crying of the lost music in the wind.
As I wander through my days, the wind whispers silent tunes in my ears, I try to remember the notes, and with just a tinkle of laughter, knowing that I am trying, the wind howls loudly as if to say, “You will never know again”.
I cry my sad tears of heartache, lost and unafraid, as heartache is such a familiar pain to me.
In the wind I hear the music, laughing its song to me, just a slight sound it makes. A note I can recall, never to hear again. In my dreams I wander about, lost, miserable and abandoned, when I awake to another day, I wonder why?
As I wander through my days, in the wind I hear the music, gentle breezes of sound, and wistful music in my ears, all alone I feel, as I look around and try to find the lost sounds of yesteryear…..
Virginia N Fred
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