Friday 29 December 2023


You cannot hear the music, they said
And the stage was taken away from her
The shining faces of approval dimmed

A deafening silence pounded against her ears
And yet she sensed the murmurs of disapproval/sighs of disappointment around her

He placed her hand on his heart
But that's your music, she said
We can share until you find yours, he said
And as the music pulsed through her, she began to sing. 

After many moons and several nights of sleepless singing into the dawn
She heard the soft hum of her heart awakening
While another muffled drum slowly ceased. 

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