AN INNER SONG

 

If to write took inner song,

Would silence be heard, by chance?

For in life, sometimes the music

Isn’t loud enough to dance.

With my pen, I try to tap,

And to drum an inner tune,

But within, I hear the racket,

And no song on which to croon.

Then my heart recalls a moment,

A time when music played,

And I find the quill a dancing

To a tune so long un-played.

As I write, I hear a harp,

In the distance, softly play,

And I wonder, if God sent angels

To play for me today.

I can slowly feel a sway,

As my feet begin to dance,

And I softly hear the music

As I take an inner glance.