Thursday, February 23, 2017

Alone in this small room
My fingers dance across the keys
As I forget about my worries

Clumsily
my fingers trip over
one another
and hit the wrong notes

But nothing could speak to my heart
more earnestly
than the nonrhythmic tune
that I attempt to play.

Unity

 Each  and every  day we grow older Our wrinkles grow deeper Our hair thins greys and falls out Each  and every  day We grow My heart aches ...