Music Of The Soul Poem by David Taylor

Like a Stradivarius
vibrating in a human
soul with God guiding
Its gliding bow.
Like a displayed blossom
with its sights
only for the sun.
Like a rainbow arching
searching for horizons
never reached
except in dreams
when dreams do come.
Like the singing of the Angels
when in the heavens
we play in the presence
of their song.
Like the love that’s shining
in your eyes
as we sit here blissful
wishing time would not go on.
Like each word residing
on a page or screen
that in its whiteness
sets the stage for all the meanings
In the words to be set free.
You are always quietly
present, but not hiding
overlooked by my doing
forgetting that my bow
You're guiding
as I make my worldly song.