Notes barrel across the keyboard
morning=song
dawn and the words come
with the notes like rain pitter patter
on the roof tops of memory
I sing unto Thee
the vast cavern of the unknown
before me
like the open road
my future
is not carved in stone
like the open sea
the endless patch of blue
My music takes me to another place
that place between
me and Thee
sacred notes shouting out
in this tranquil morning.
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