Music Renewed

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.