Return

The dull ache in my hands and wrists
is strangely satisfying.
It tells a tale of long-forgotten feelings
rising to the surface of my weary being…
Rumbling forth in deep,
often melancholy chords.
Singing in soft treble,
melodic and serene.
Dancing an allegro
of graceful imperfection
as these rusty fingers seek the keys.
Crashing and triumphant,
heralding a new dawn;
a reminder that music is still a part of me.
I finally remember why it’s something that I need:
even with no words or voice,
through song, a soul will always speak.