The muse struck...
Hear the Quiet
Hear the quiet?
It echoes deep
Within my soul
I know the truth
I know the man
I know the thrum
The silence is deep
Deep currents pulse
Unseen but felt
Not shallow my love
My trust unbroken
Deep and strong,
I hear his call
His voice my balm
I know the man
I hear the thrum.
I heard the call
The thrum
The muse
The love
The man
I took his hand
His voice to my heart
The silence wears
But here I stand
To him with love
Encircled strong.
Know this all
My strength and light
I give to you
Fight for good
For love
For song.