John

as you sang i stared up into your closed eyes
wondering about the man who laid behind them
the man whos soulful voice rose up from its haggard home
and soared accross the room to find rest in my hungry heart.
your melody speaks to me in a way that words never could
and inspire me to aspire to create something even half as beautiful as they.
but the beauty of the song is just a reflection of the beauty in you
i dont have that same beauty in me.

by Lily Faust

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Lily, I think 'John' would find your poem beautiful... wonderfully written! Brian