Waiting by the Phone

Standing here arms out,
At the edge of the world,
Which way will I fall?
I’m up here balancing
On the knife’s edge,
Just as nervous as I can be,
Waiting for a sign, even a clue,
As to which way to go and
What I need to do…

Heart Song

Heart Song

You struck the first chord with your smiling eyes,
The tone that rang out- took me by surprise.

I’ll be your instrument; just play as you will.
Write me a song with your talent and skill.

The silence was deafening; now I want more,
Haven’t heard anything quite like this before.

I love how you bring the music out like you do.
Compose your masterpiece; I’ll sing it to you.

HOPE