The Session

Sunlight drapes the cathedral's windows ,
and thus gleams his wand and the strings ,
still he makes not a move or a stir here ,
and waits for his cue which is his alone .
The brilliant rays snake across the pews ,
and as the winner of them envelops his love ,
he gyrates in the air with no rhythm spared ,
and bliss swims from wall to wall to all ,
as the melodious music swings thru warmth ,
and peaks in love , returns to hate , turns to fear ,
and with overtones of sadness ends in belief ,
reverberatin in the hearts of all fortunate there ,
who hid in all corners from this poor child ,
just to hear a human's endless life in a song ,
a wordless opus of one maestro's ingenuity ,
a wave of feelings which know all languages ,
a deaf boys cruel gift for his love of sound ,
a violin's cry of gratitude to his player,
who created his voice still never heard his love ,
and so his footsteps left the empty church ,
never to return because the dawn had denied him again ,
and so they all waited and waited for that violin ,
day after day, until they found the magnanimous violin ,
crucified to the church's steeple with these words etched on it

... " Ears have gone by but the session never ends ,
... Come to my world , feel the ears and years blend. "

From the Ashes

Travesties of life shot me down , but i am still alive , u cant bring
me down , i can still see the light
darkness may be the bearer here within , but inside me an ember
smolders , broken n tattered i may seem , but shall break all those
boulders
this moment may seem too long , this pain may seem too strong , all
that i did seems too wrong yet somethin shivers to break alive
a vision , a star , a ballad is born this time , hope has risen n so
shall I , waves have crashed and the Rebirth m I..