She touches a soul like piano keys
Unlocks the potential of a heart
Though what is visible is only black and white
She speaks truth that never asks for proof
And when she sings she’s the mystery of dawn
Her whispers are comfort when the sound of applause fade
Her touch flows to the core of a soul
She sings and you are lured away
She speaks though she finds none to say
She loves quietly
Soothes her longings silently
She lost her voice
Stumbles in darkness
Still bound to play the keys of a heart
And make souls aware of silent sound
The only sense she’ll never lose is the sense of love
The touch that is never forced to spring forth in sound
The touch that only hurts when it is unwilling to sacrifice
The touch bound to praise
To answer the call of unending grace
Janie Davel
9 March 2011
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