As life swept by, she kept her tapes, <br />cd’s and dvd’s <br />using the holders as setting places <br />for drinks, for cups to stand on <br />and one was bended in the windowsill <br />by the heat of the sun. <br /> <br />They reminded her about a life passed <br />and that was gone, <br />some brought moments of joy and fun, <br />some tears, others incomprehensibly <br />brought a unknown fear <br />of the end of life drawing near, <br /> <br />but with each and every one <br />something rippled through her heart <br />as if keeping unfound love alive, <br />the hope for something new, <br />something great to appear <br />and music became part of her soul.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/music-became-part-of-her-soul/
