Poetry

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Listen, and you could hear the heart,
the deep thoughts and expressions which
would pour out like silk water in the words; the music.
words, that would touch the depths of your heart,
music that would summon tears.

watch, and you could see their white wings.
every note calls the butterflies to dance on air.
for even they would feel the meaning; the depth of emotion.

watch, and you could see their red pedals;
every rose blooming even in Winter,
the words, the music they would know.
for they know true love.

every instrument which you have never heard;
every note that which, until then, angels had bound.
every master composer standing in awe.
every great singer unable to sing.

words, which you have never conceived;
unbelievable expressions of joy
in a language which so many wish they could speak.

that, my love, is the song which must be composed
if I were ever able to express my love to you through music.

- for Barbie. The Winter of 2001

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