A New Chorus

The guitars rise
As they softly thrum,
Murmurs of calm,
A peace to come.
The violins cry out in haunting tones
Singing of a pain long gone,
But never let go,
And never forgot.
The piano sounds out
With plaintive melody -
A lone voice on the wind,
A lost child deep within.
The cymbals clash
With endless energy,
A touch, a dream, a fantasy,
Joyous and ecstatic,
Alone and melancholic,
A song breaks out,
Building to richer melody.
Light, playful sounds dance around
And then give way
To something beautiful,
Something more -
A deeper, soulful score.
Aching sounds give way,
As the must eventually,
To the inevitable -
To rapturous beauty.
And beneath it all,
Carrying through,
With sweet burning tenderness,
My heartstrings hum for you.