Author’s note: My goodness! I had forgotten about this one. Wrote it months ago. Unfortunately I accidentally published it in the wrong place, and so it wasn’t visible until I happened upon it last week. Like Christmas all over again
He opens the notepad
and we begin.
With every stroke of the pen
he conducts his orchestra.
The keyboard is his instrument
no one can play his music but he.
For he is the composer
writing only for himself.
The words liken to music in his ears
Few may comprehend, even Fewer may care.
But this music holds meaning for him
And so he plays on.
Peace, Love, and Happiness…