Harmony

I lay down thoughts, like Strauss on the keys,

Words keep flowing, they move with ease.

I tie ‘em with silence, with space, with grace,

Like a goddess who walks with a timeless pace.

They come aligned, from balance, from fire,

When I don’t rush back to the storm’s desire.

When the voice gets dressed in a quiet shine,

Harmony lives in the pause, between lines.

I hear it when the violin cries,

In steps that repeat, in the truth, no disguise.

In hands that connect with no blame, no sin,

It’s balance, it’s fire, it’s fate built in.

It’s the way I place a verse in your chest,

Turning my words to a home, to rest.