For so long, there was no music left in me,
A score without the rise and fall of notes
Playing a melody of weighted silence
In a dusty theater devoid of audience.
Now I hear it, the faintest hint of music,
Like a breeze barely grazing the treetops
Inviting me, pulling me toward life again.
I had thought there would only be aching,
But I am learning that I can tend to wounds
While listening to the melody of hope,
Both the bitter and the sweet at the same time
Unleashing tears while climbing forward
Moving to the music renewed in me.