One note at a time

 

I’ll share

my heart

with the soul

that

smiles

with me,

and I’ll worship

the one

whose heart is a wave

on the open sea.

I’ll like the stories

they share easily,

and I’ll hold them tightly

against the ones

that hurt them so deeply.

 

I’ll hold a place

for the one

whose heart is a drum, 

whose beats

are full of hope

in the way the world

as it stands

can one day

be redone.

 

For we

are song

flowing through

the

atoms

one single note

at a time,

and I will hold that note

as it pieces the night,

shattering every

particle of hate

into dust

that the

wind can

then scatter,

like anti-matter

to the hurt,

causing it

to disintegrate

into snowflake

hearts.

 

I'll hold my

heart wide open

like a doorway,

where I will take

the joy and the hope

and I’ll store it safely,

to be able to pour

twice as much back

into the world

all around me.