The Lone Composer

The lone composer, at his piano,
thinking there,
what beauty in a chord,
intensifies this more,
and gives meaning to this life?

He sits at the piano, alone,
playing the keys,
wondering what is beautiful,
sadly what is taken,
and joyously what he creates.

He sits at the piano, alone,
writing the melody,
making sweetest sound
and moving ebb and flow
of text from poets long ago.

He sits at the piano, alone,
with something of dreams,
something of peace,
something with color
and unbreakable seams.

He sits at the piano, alone,
blessed with one of Heaven's songs,
blessed with prose of poets' minds,
blessed with something more
than what he's written before.

The lone composer, has a song,
for voices human, voices instrumental,
illustrated in music staves and notes,
ready for flight, into the night,
giving meaning to this life.

-LJ
16 March & 6 April 2016