Your music strikes a soothing chord
Your voice is reassuring balm
Repairs the insecurities and doubts I have
‘Tis a balsam, an emollient calm.
Twisted is the mind of one in fear and worry
Easily torn asunder by a single blow
It takes not ten, nor five, not even two, I hear
But one lone strike can start the flow.
As the tears begin to gather ‘neath dark lashes
And the swell grows like rising dough
The cause is not a steady stream, nor trickle
But an aftermath of woe.
So, my love, your music strikes a soothing chord
Your voice is reassuring balm
Repairs the insecurities and doubts I have
It is a balsam, an emollient calm.
Micki 2010
