A Song For The Eyes

People think it is just a piece of paper -
with very narrow lines.
Letters that are sometimes called quavers -
now that, is a language of a different kind.
It sits there as a body and it is filled with soul.
It just needs a heart to feel it and let the story unfold.
I took a deep breath - and turned to that page,
I felt near to freedom - as it creaked open my cage.
I was trapped for too long (even though it was only a day),
I was desperate for escape - from my daily disarray.
My fingers motioned my brain to start “River Flows in You”,
And like a river, it flowed everlastingly through and through.
It all made sense, that musical language - and from there I took flight,
I soared in its depths of romance - and it beckoned for more height.
It danced with me in crescendo - and it caressed my heart,
The caged world was irrelevant - and it kept its door shut.
I gaped at that page as creativity dispersed
hidden works of art – I have so readily rehearsed.
With no pretty flowers to adorn it, or a spotlight for it to shine,
It is song to the eyes - and that copy is mine.