An artist knows the soul’s effect.

Drops of blue hued eternity

On Life’s canvas forever kept-

Fierce, Bold, tremendously mighty

Deliberately drawn safety

With each brush stroke a million tries

Capturing time’s humanity

Hush, little lady, dry your eyes.

 

Musicians call souls to connect.

Harmonious identity

In melodic magic enrapt-

Echoing, pings, ringing beauty

Where silence cannot be guilty

Missing the dulcimer’s strummed cries

Organ breathing humanity

Hush, little lady, dry your eyes.

 

A woman’s soul feeds to protect.

That nourishing mentality

Abundant, fruitful, never scapt-

At times bitter, sweet, and salty

Lest one starve; succumb to frailty

Invigotating ‘neath her skies

Satisfying humanity

Hush, little lady, dry your eyes.

 

Your soul is my reality.

Your legacy,  it never dies-

Drawn song feeding humanity

Hush, little lady, dry your eyes.

 

 

by Karen Sullivan

Form: Ballade