A Poem a Day (711): Musical notes

 
Musical notes
 
He can’t live with it
tethered in silence,
always locked inside,
so he wrote a note,
just for her.
 
But she never read it.
 
It travelled between places,
swept up by the west wind,
caressed by strangers’ hands,
misunderstood.
 
She lived her life in flow,
swept up in rhythmic tides,
never heard his story,
never knew what he held inside.
 

He kept his heart quiet.
 
Somewhere, this note,
it still travels,
experiences many lives,
but never encounters love.

 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, March 24, 2025