Music He Wrote
/I listened
To the music he wrote
To a symphony without words
The one that reaches
Directly to your heart
Surpassing your every wall
A complete penetration of the soul
And I allowed it
Without hesitations
It transported me
Back to the Ether
Where I was born
When I waited for someone’s conception
Of who I am supposed to be
The innocence of only having
Awakening in pure consciousness
It was in God’s imagination
That I awoke in and took form
To become-
The lovely Being that I am now
Walking this Earth
Trying to have
The purest of intentions
And this all
Started with the music
That reminded me
In a short span of time
Who I am
Without the labels and attachments
To Earthly achievements
In those moments of remembering
I felt the lightest
And possibly
The most profound
Of my existence
All thanks-
To the music he wrote
Of muted words and syllables.
By Audrine Max
From: Philippines
Website: https://audrinemaxden.wordpress.com/