Music Became Part Of Her Soul Poem by Gert Strydom

As life swept by, she kept her tapes,
cd’s and dvd’s
using the holders as setting places
for drinks, for cups to stand on
and one was bended in the windowsill
by the heat of the sun.

They reminded her about a life passed
and that was gone,
some brought moments of joy and fun,
some tears, others incomprehensibly
brought a unknown fear
of the end of life drawing near,

but with each and every one
something rippled through her heart
as if keeping unfound love alive,
the hope for something new,
something great to appear
and music became part of her soul.