The Music
I hear the music.
It comes in the night in a remembered tune.
It comes in the morning on my husband's greeting.
It comes near a stream as the water flows over stones.
It comes on a beach as the waves encompass my toes.
It comes softly as it flows from the loving eyes of my pup.
It comes through birdsong and squirrel chatter;
Through child laughter and friend texts.
It comes in a vision of my granddaughter, standing in an endless sunrise.
Cheery, peaceful, sad, alive...it comes with each day's moments.
It comes when I remember to have ears to hear.