Purpose <br />My husband could play no other instrument <br />But the cello. <br />His melancholic soul <br />His distressed spirit <br />His mystical and curious child like eyes <br />Shine deep and clear <br />As he looks <br />Looks through the light, <br />The levels of time. <br />Silent moments of abandon, abandon. <br />The moments of ease knowing the outcome. <br />The moment of fear as the panic of human tenacity clings <br />to the life that merits only when it is let go. <br />My husband, melancholic but a spiritual spirit. <br />Could play no other instrument <br />But the cello<br /><br />Elaine Oxamendi Vicet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/purpose-17/
