Alone on the hillside, the moon shining down on me

I can hear music in the wind



I begin to walk towards the sound

That soulful yearning captures me



The notes wrap around my legs, arms, head

The nearer I get, the tighter it is



I see it finally at the crest of the hill

It is part of the moon that shines down



He is sitting guitar in hand, strumming softly

His notes were weeping for me



I wipe the tears the come to my eyes

And our eyes connect for the first time



I ask him why he is playing for me

He smiles and puts the guitar down



I ask him why his guitar weeps for me

He walks toward me arms outstretched



I ask him why again, he shrugs and says

"How else would you have found me?"

A poem by Tammy� 2001
music: "One Of These Days" - Pink Floyd

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