No Less a Life
When the skin you wear
Withers as if
Its an enemy conspiring
Your doom
And the bones that once
Seemed
forged of steel
Now bend with a heavy
Burden
And the face you see
In the
tarnished glass
Looks back with a sad
Regret
Take heart in the fact
That the soul
you bear
Is a candle no wind
Can kill
Child of Nature
She rides her bike
To the house of flowers
Where she knows every bloom
By its name
As if each one
Is an old dear friend
Whose story is rooted
In her heart
Then leaves at night
To return to the room
Where she dines alone with
Her shadow
Wondering when
Her bed might become
A garden of brilliant
Red roses
Notes on the Music of
Humanity
Some people
Are like pianos
It takes a special touch
To keep them in tune
And some people
Are like guitars
When theyre stroked too
hard
Their strings will break
And some people
Are like saxophones
They are given no place
In the realm of symphonies
And some people
Are like drums
That will only speak
Under the force of blows