You are the music of your time
You are the melody
Found in each sacred verse of rhyme
And every harmony
You are the notes upon the page
The bars, pitches, and chords
In every love song of this age
Our memory records.

You are the dreams that have no end
And bonds that never break
You speak of love, of faith, and friends
In every breath you take
You touch the heart of those who need
A chance to laugh or cry
You are a special gift, indeed
Whose soul shall never die.

You are the lyrics of your day
The rhythm and the tone
Found deep within each song you play
Others shall call their own
You may not write the words of prose
To fill each verse of rhyme
But, each weekday, your spirit shows
The music of your time.

© 2006 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection