The Composer

Notes glide gently
Across the strings they float
Like paper upon a stilled lake, waiting
Soothingly caressing the mind
Of weary and brawny alike, it matters naught
Each stricken note emerges clear
Words seem not to matter anymore
For when one breathes in the placid melody
Carried out in such a manner
Lyrics fade to the abyss of your mind
So the notes tell her story
Of how the music came to be
She releases every feeling
To bestow upon anyone who takes notice
No matter the language
Glistening hums break the barrier
Played on and on, accompanied with a grin
The people drown in melodic waves
As the music depicts the ways of life
That even song birds find entrancing
Her name spoken softy
And ever so gracefully
Her name,
A Composer