Angel Wings Of Black Poem by Rik Bertrand

I kneel before you, with your just deserves,
My Wings withered, on my last reserves.
I present to you this violin true,
So you can bring the angels out of the blue.

Some have lost the rhythm within
Some would call this a mortal sin.
Are feathers fall from loss of song
Only you can right this wrong.

Dressed in black, with black wings spread,
The loss of music we all dread.
Save us so that we may fly
Know that without our music we will die.

Rebecca Tribe, will you give us your soul,
Bring us out of this black hole.
Take this violin true, Play it with your heart,
Cast a spell of beautiful music, protect us from the dark.

I kneel before you with this gift in hand,
Hoping that you will rock the band.
So you can put us back on track
And save the angels whose wings are black.

REB (FEB 2012) Because all angels deserve the gift of Music, inspirational photo from Rebecca Tribe. Thanks.