Music at Heart
by Terri Nicely
Music plays on the ear, awaiting entrance to
my little drum,
Love notes caressing, softening lies told by loving ones, mocking a heart of love.
Music, always kind, gentle, full of hope,
enter now
change my heartsong
before it's too late.
So fragile the portal,
Strum gently on my little drum.
Show me the melody,
my heart aches.