There was a
parcel left for me yesterday;
Dressed in
red ribbon and fancy writing.
I had came
back from work,
Weary bones,
weary mind.
The house was
full of dust,
It hadn't be
tidied for a while.
I took a
sigh, turned on the kettle,
And sat down,
unwrapping the beige paper.
Sitting
inside was an old cassette,
No note, no
name.
With a little
hesitation, I plugged in my stereo,
Put the
cassette inside, and without another thought,
I pressed
play.
I closed my
eyes as I recognised your honest voice
Singin' our
truths,
Along your
refreshing beat.
A cold stream
of music tickled my ankles,
Making my
stuffy surroundings blur and disappear.
I stepped
forward into the ocean,
And let my
body free-fall onto the surface,
A splash of
colour as the water swallowed me,
And I can
began to sink deep,
To a world of
water; of the tears I had cried,
The laughter
I had once sung,
All the
smiles and the frowns,
The warmth
and the coldness of my heart,
Intertwined.
Your lyrical
exhibit sang to me,
Flooded my
surroundings with bright coral
And strange
shadows I could not recognise.
My body sits
still with a lowered head,
As I explore
and swim on,
Your
beautiful waves of rhythm,
The seaweed
waves along,
In total
harmony.
The ocean so
expansive,
My sorrows
hadn't left me,
But I could
no longer cry.
I watch above
and around,
The melody is
the heart of the ocean,
The sea bed
wild with chords so grand,
And your
essence,
The streams
of light from the surface,
From my
life's aquarium of emotion.
Revealing old
memories,
Newer hopes,
greater times,
A promise of
a world full of everything,
And as the
music fades,
I see a room
not full of clutter,
But a home.
