sometimes
you hear
only part
of the music
for the noise
of life
hides
the melody
we hear
just
that part
outside the heart
but
if you could
hear
all
the love
flowing
from
every pore
of those
who care
for those
forgotten
like notes
not transcribed
then
you would hear
the real
symphony
that you
have
sought
what instrument shall I play for you
shall it be a magic flute
with melodic tones
that drift you into an even deeper sleep
where you can claim
this to be
the best of all possible worlds
or shall i play a song
that stirs your soul
a march
perhaps
that will let you see
the world around you
where slavery still exists
and hate burns deep
into the souls of men
like the searing heat
of a branding iron
or shall i play
a clever little melody
with notes to let you see
a child’s badly bruised face
from a loving parent
or the makeup covered scars
of your neighbor’s adorable wife
or perhaps you would prefer
some blues
to help you see
the deep stench of misery
of a ragged homeless person
or a flag caressing a parent’s coffin
while small hands are left behind
whatever you choose
please tell me the key
so as to unlock
the heart within you
Read Between the Minds 