Orchestral Nature

The love we don't express,
finds its place in music.

Waves crash, winds blow,
people dance and clash.

All the while, in lovers throe,
whistling to nature's choir.

Passions steep, as partners sleep,
ones awake gripping the other tighter.

The lullabies brought by night,
still the tongue, brighten eyes --

and soften sorrows, for silent songs,
illuminated,
off dear luna, by hidden fires.

Music was not born from human hands,
but we do embrace it.
The melody of gales, animals, and tides,
surely taught us how to create it.

We bicker and then shy away from kindness.
We hide true emotion,
for nothing more than prides sake.

So one again I'll proclaim out loud!

The love we don't express,
will find its place in music!