The uncertainty
Of waiting
Is forever like the sad strains
Of the saxophone....
Wailing
yet lyrical.
What do we seek
When the music
Reaches the inner soul
Of this song,
That is the endless wait.
Is it happiness?
Or
The comfort of our own
Peace...
A peace, we never knew
We sought.
The saxophone plays
its soulful tune...
into this waiting
heart of mine...
Have we met?
Peace...
You and I?
The crescendo peaks...
A glimpse ,
The light that shines within the tune....
Is mine.
A single moment of sheer joy.
Yes, peace,
We have met.
You and I.
