WALLS BOW DOWN

A black wall. His fears standing

against him.

No breath blows the barrier down.

No shouts, push, pull

Or hide the anger.

But when he sings….

He sings the strength of trees falling,

owning the space where they lie.

His sound hammers the air,

framing rooms on the stage of

his mind.

And when he owns the jazz….

The jazz tears the colors separate.

Faces smile alike. Legs with dance

soul dip;

knees bend the travel of healing.

Walls bow to the strength of

his songs.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s