sometimes
you hear
only part
of the music
for the noise
of life
hides
the melody
we hear
just
that part
outside the heart
but
if you could
hear
all
the love
flowing
from
every pore
of those
who care
for those
forgotten
like notes
not transcribed
then
you would hear
the real
symphony
that you
have
sought
– Charles W. Martin
© 2015, poem and illustration, Charles W. Martin, All rights reserved
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