Hour Eight: Prompt: Music without words by Max Richter
Gentle patter.
Gentle quiet.
Ease your breath, I will come to you.
A caress is a caress.
Hope to a cry that will be answered.
Feel me? Yes, I sense and caress.
You are not alone.
I see you, and you are not alone.
Feel me with you.
Dry your eyes for now. I will dry them for you, one day, one day sooner than you know.DMW
This is beautiful and reassuring. Even though I have not seen the lyrics or heard the song, I understand and really appreciate the meaning behind the poem. Wonderful work!