ONLY HE CAN HEAR IT
Every morning when we get to the office I see him. Standing there and enjoying it, the screams and applause. Only he can hear it. When you look across the lawn, there isn’t a sound of human interference, only the birds that frequent the place.He bows his head and wields his guitar; the audience goes crazy for the sweet sound that he provides. Girls scream and cheer for him. Only he can hear it. Some people laugh and ridicule him, but just like him, I am the only one who can hear it.
My foot taps to it; my vocal cords contract and relax with it. I breathe a sigh of relief whenever the crescendo has been reached, breaking against their ears like the waves on a rocky bay. I love the thrill and the ride of it, the wind soothing my skin. The applause, the ovation, the love that they have for me and my music enthrals me.
We have never spoken, but we share a secret most people don’t know. Nothing was said to elude as to what the secret is, maybe he doesn’t even know that we share this secret, but I do.
I AM ALSO THE ONLY WHO HEARS IT, MUSIC MY LOVE, MY SOUL, MY JOY AND MY EXPRESSION.
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How are you dear friend?
and how are You??..
He can turn the tides
And calm the angry sea.
He alone decides
Who writes a symphony.
He lights ev'ry star
That makes our darkness bright.
He keeps watch all through
Each long and lonely night.
He still finds the time
To hear a child's first prayer.
Saint or sinner call
And always find Him there.
Though it makes him sad
To see the way we live,
He'll always say, "I forgive."
He can grant a wish
Or make a dream come true.
He can paint the clouds
And turn the gray to blue.
He alone knows where
To find the rainbow's end.
He alone can see
What lies beyond the bend.
He can touch a tree
And turn the leaves to gold.
He knows every lie
That you and I have told.