-- The Music of Tears --

John Herlihy

The music of tears always snares my heart,

A lilting melody whose notes break apart.

For all those suffering a sorrowful lament,

Awash in grief in shadows of bereavement.

Set free all your tears in eyes overflowing,

Emotions feel more than a mind knowing.

Music springs forth in the rivers of tears,

Rippling onto soul ground over the years.

Sorrow as springs drawn from glacial melt,

The rain of heaven as dew drops gently felt.

Showering the gaiety of historic fountains,

Projecting severity of majestic mountains.

The sad harmonica with a melancholy tune,

In evening mist floats the sad cry of a loon.

Pianos find rich sadness in sounding cords,

The sweet misery disenchantment affords.

Heartfelt emotions heard in violin strings,

Tears of joy spring from a heart that sings.

Tearful music found in their watery grace,

As tears flow silently down upon the face.

Rivers of sound drawn from deep emotion,

That flow from our eyes as a magic potion.

The exquisite serenade of violin strings taut,

Doleful sentiments that were never sought.

Joyful tears in the heartbeats of jungle drums,

Whirring wings of a hummingbird that hums.

Tears as bubbles floating down facial streams,

Icemelt left behind in the grove of facial seams.

The music of tears turns sorrow into delight,

Luminous brightness in the depths of night.

Lullabies of courage and strength thru years,

Sung by a bird at dawn as the music of tears.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Thursday 6 October 2022