Nor Will I Become
It is so peaceful out here
not a care to speak of
not even the threat of rain
I don't even try to capture
you today
It is too quiet out here
I am not sure if
I am even here
Can you hear the softness
of the gentle violins?
They play the song of peace
for you, for me
As I close my eyes
I can see the stage
and they play and play...
and play
Heavenly....you think?
I do
Robert H. Green
� 16/Oct/2003
