I’m writing a song. The lyrics, my life. Each line a year. The chorus sung once. I’m writing a song, the lyrics won’t stop…….my pumping heart, the beat. My mind the melody. I feel the music moving through my veins with each breath I take. Each moment passing, the rhythm forever changed. I never know what’s next.
You’re writing a song. The lyrics, your life. Each line a year. The chorus sung once. You’re writing a song, the lyrics won’t stop…..your pumping heart, the beat. Your mind the melody. The music moves through your veins with each breath you take. Each moment passing, the rhythm forever changed. You never know what’s next.
We’re writing a song. The lyrics, our life. Each line a year. The chorus sung once. We’re writing a song, the lyrics won’t stop…..our pumping hearts, the beat. Our minds the melody. The music moves through our veins with each breath we take. Each moment passing, the rhythm forever changed. We never know what’s next.
And there he stands. The conductor. The grand orchestra, life. Instruments all around. The music never stops. Perpetual orchestrating. He takes our music, no matter the lyrics or line, the rhythm or rhyme. the chorus sung once. He takes the beats, the melodies, whatever they may be. The music is always playing. Can you hear it? It’s pumping through our veins, from our hearts. The music is playing.
The music is always playing……….can you hear it? What type of person no longer hears the music? What does it take to forget the song? May you never stop singing……may the music continually continue. And when you close your eyes and take your last breath, may your ears be opened to the grandest orchestra echoing through the halls of eternity, vibrating through your soul as if you are the most prized piece.
Because you are.
Now sing your song. Live your life. Listen. Listen to the music pumping through your veins, through my veins. Through our veins.
The music is always playing.
Can you hear it?
*Written after witnessing a tragic head on collision between a mini SUV and motorcycle today.
You’re writing a song. The lyrics, your life. Each line a year. The chorus sung once. You’re writing a song, the lyrics won’t stop…..your pumping heart, the beat. Your mind the melody. The music moves through your veins with each breath you take. Each moment passing, the rhythm forever changed. You never know what’s next.
We’re writing a song. The lyrics, our life. Each line a year. The chorus sung once. We’re writing a song, the lyrics won’t stop…..our pumping hearts, the beat. Our minds the melody. The music moves through our veins with each breath we take. Each moment passing, the rhythm forever changed. We never know what’s next.
And there he stands. The conductor. The grand orchestra, life. Instruments all around. The music never stops. Perpetual orchestrating. He takes our music, no matter the lyrics or line, the rhythm or rhyme. the chorus sung once. He takes the beats, the melodies, whatever they may be. The music is always playing. Can you hear it? It’s pumping through our veins, from our hearts. The music is playing.
The music is always playing……….can you hear it? What type of person no longer hears the music? What does it take to forget the song? May you never stop singing……may the music continually continue. And when you close your eyes and take your last breath, may your ears be opened to the grandest orchestra echoing through the halls of eternity, vibrating through your soul as if you are the most prized piece.
Because you are.
Now sing your song. Live your life. Listen. Listen to the music pumping through your veins, through my veins. Through our veins.
The music is always playing.
Can you hear it?
*Written after witnessing a tragic head on collision between a mini SUV and motorcycle today.
2 comments:
What beautiful words, and the meaning behind them. I am so sorry that you had witness such a tragedy, but know that the comforter is comforting you.
I love you my darling daughter, and know that you hear the music all the time.
Your loving mom
hope to hear from you soon! :-)
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