Your words are the songs that would capture a mind
The blossoming roses that ramble and twine
That thrive in the lyrics, but wither to death
From thoughts yet to pass through your whispering breath
Exquisite the phrases from mystical thought
Into nets of contentment the music is caught
But harbored behind secret curtains by choice
Both are forsaken, the ear and the voice
The music within you is waiting to soar
And be swept up and savored like never before
By minds that are waiting to hear what you think
Into memories sweet hymnals your melodies sink
Your dreams are the words of a beautiful song
The world is much richer when you sing along
Delve deep into thoughts that come creeping at night
And lay them in verses on paper of white.
Elizabeth Santos
Your Words are the Music
