Poetry: Soul Music

The sun above my sightless eye
Sings a tune of its own.
A wayward running beam of light
Is streaking through my soul.

Music plays a thousand notes
To find a final end.
But, the music-sun lets you float
To a never-ending friend.

In myself, Soul Music sears
A hot trail to my depths.
Listen for its chime to hear
If you stop to find it.

Originally written 8/29/1989

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