By Donald Leslie Meldrum, PsyD of Clinical Psychology & Poet
To aspire and inspire
The breath fresh and clean
As notes become chords
And melody becomes harmony.
It is the transition that grips the heart
The hidden beat, the pulse of music
The flow measured as the fingers fall
And what emerges unshackled, is.
It heals the tattered heart
It seeks the beast to tame.
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