A Father's Music

The deafening noise of this world
The entangled hopes,
tied on aimless ropes
The fury of man
His perilous passion
for cold rocks and stones
Veiled his sight
Distorted his senses
Buried him to the depth
Of nothingness and loneliness
Where emptiness
Haunted his every waking hour
And devoured the song of his soul.

There was a melody
So pure and gentle
That a Father made
For an innocent and hopeful child.
She danced, she leaped,
Ecstatic with the heavenly
Sound of music.
She soared, she glided,
Along with the song,
She shouted for joy.
Sadly, her shouts were but ashes
to the intensity of the clamor outside.
Still, the soft music kept on playing.

Unwillingly, she got distracted.
As she grew more accustomed
To the noise of this world.
She thirsted for something else.
The melody was no longer enough
To sustain her once a joyous life.
Whispers from the deep,
She caught in her sleep.
In anguish she cried out,
Sadly, her cries were but ashes
to the intensity of the clamor outside.
Still, the soft music kept on playing.

Seeing His child daunted,
The Father knocked at the door.
The girl laid restless,
Afraid of scolding and spanking.
Upon more knocks,
And a voice that said “Child open the door,”
In fear, she opened it.
But much to her surprise,
She was welcomed
By His warm loving embrace.
Tears fell unspoken,
in awe of His love.

Her Father said,
“Shh… Rest my princess.
It may not show in this world,
But you are very special,
Let the music remind you always.
My music is yours to keep.
My music is my life.”