Beanery Online Literary Magazine

November 27, 2007

THE MUSICIAN by Jane

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The Musician
—written by Jane Driver

The woman laid in the leaves of fall.
Daylight sun shining down upon her, her soul as parched as the dried leaves.
His music came as a sparkling creek, weaving around her.
Quenching her and bringing life to the sleeping.
Filling her until it overflowed in tears.
Her eyes opened and shone with the music.
 
The woman rose and, arms wrapped around herself, she slowly turned into the sun.
Turning a circle the music opened her arms to the world.
The wind and leaves blowing about her she felt the touch of God within her.
Seeing him in the distance she approached the musician.
Palms touching, he filled her with his talent.
He watched his music brought to life in her laughter and tears,
 
The woman danced under the starlight, eyes shining.
She had seen the Face of God.
She had felt the Grace of God.
She danced, her soul shining with the music’s light.
He never knew how his music enchanted her.
He only felt the music that he made.

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