The Reason For Song

 A song is not a rhythm, 

 Or words put into rhyme,

A song is not a pattern,

For feet to move in time,

It is the language spoken,

By each and every heart,

Where meaning finds it’s purpose,

And passion has its start.

The song is all around us,

With the birds in the trees,

It is heard by all the living,

Down to the crickets and the bees,

It is the sound of every heartbeat,

In time and all as one,

In the silent bonds of love,

Beneath the warmth of the sun.

So when your heart’s in darkness,

Or you’re alone within the night,

Remember these few words,

And hold on to the light,

In space there is no distance,

So no pain will go unshared,

Hear these words sung in your heart,

And you will know that I am there,