Friday, April 3, 2020

A Fellowship

Lonely poet lost in music
Tracing feeling through the notes
Weaving worlds with broken heartstrings
Hope is rhythm dipped in gold

Legacy remains a challenge
Artistry in silent songs
Friendship gives birth to creation
A language based on a new dawn

Legend gazes at the stars
And meaning bows to history

For after all
What worth do words have but their sound?