The Song Plays On

Do you hear it? The song of today? The quiet of yesterday? The chaos of tomorrow?

Do you hear it? The silent solemnity of opportunity past? The hollow strings of regret, Bound by the slow tattoo of wishes past. Voiced by words that start with, ‘I wish’, Played by a band of demons,  Pitchforks sharpened for that moment when your eyes close On cold evenings alone.

Do you hear it? The victory march of opportunities taken? The loud cymbals screaming your name to the high heavens. The crashing guitars strained by the joy of the moment. Lyrics unheard behind shouts and bright lights, Celebrations of greatness. Your greatness. Your achievement. This is your victory song, Sing along

Do you hear it? The sound of opportunity arrived? The silent strings an interwoven opera of today and tomorrow. The beat building on passing beat, Each moment building upon another, The drum filling the empty space between every passing second. The cello pulsating between choice and choice, The violins swelling with every step. And you can feel the dance, Sneaking up your feet  Reaching for your heart, Moving to the beat.

Do you dance? Do you move? Your choice. Your call. The song plays on.

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