Our Music
By Darmok
Our Music by Darmok 1/22/02 I see her face now and then. In quiet contemplation, and comparison Of those that have come my way. Lives that I have shared moments With, perhaps alternate paths That might have been. Her face was truly beautiful, 'The Cherry Blossom Queen' Of a year full of dreams, and Endless possibilities for her. She was my friend, and what I Wanted most from her she could Offer in abundance.... Friendship, and mutual respect for what We shared in common intellectually, And in our music. I labored over my music, But only relatively satisfied. I knew I would have to work Hard to make music, yet she on the Otherhand made music simply By the way she held her violin, Or her guitar. The gentle strokes and melding Of hand and instrument, was sheer Beauty. I never thought to ask her out On a date. Nor did I think about The music love could make. Her Beauty rests quietly where it has Always been, with the music That she shared, her love, the music within me, her friendship. Written January 22nd, 2002 © on Jan 22 2002 10:37 AM PST, Darmok 18 • 0 • 8
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