symphony

my heart is a symphony.
composed of instruments both loud and soft.
sections of violins.
a single bell.
then there is the sound.
that sound!
unable to be reproduced.
a separate entity.
and there is something about the sound that captivates a soul.
tears flow from the stern man who knew not that he could still cry.
and for what?
there is no logical reason that science has distorted as to why.
why the sound that resonates,
simply...
...is.
simply is perfect.
simply speaks.
Speaks to the part of ones heart that they claim is unreachable.
the part that has become so hard that nothing but silence can penetrate.
there is a silence found in a piece of wonderfully orchestrated music.
past the sounds that come rushing out of the instruments.
past the breathe of air pushing out of the human.
past the notes on the page of music.
deep into the silence.
love.
the love that a soul
craves for.
longs for.
desires for.
music somehow penetrates that craving.
there is no other reason that
GOD.