That Note

The only peace is in accepting you will never fully understand the unknown… and then accept the unknown.

That Note knows me more than anyone I’ve ever known
It undresses me in a way no one can
And takes root in a place no one else can go.

It doesn’t have to tug, it just is
Like a rooted tree intricately gnarled with my memories
Suspended, I’m pulled toward it entranced

It holds me close and kisses my scars…one by one
Emotions unbarred
In a place where I can be led to the stars

That note gives me something no one else can
It envelops me in truth louder than words, more lasting than you or me
I hear it and I believe

I lay down on my bed of clouds each time as if it were the first
And in patterns ages old this beautiful timeless note caresses my soul
I close my eyes and I know I am home

As my song ends in a melodic sigh
I deny the inevitable for I can’t say goodbye
With opened eyes I look to the sky
A lost child torn from the womb of a lullaby

                      
Where only moments before I was enthralled in its dream
Now walking the cobblestone street of reality
And so I will search for it around every corner- and upon every land

I wont give up that familiar hand of hope
You understand don’t you?
I will even search into your eyes and see if it’s there

And cry for I know… It is a lonely road
Because that note… knows me
More than anyone I’ve ever known
It undresses me in a way no one else can
And takes root in a place no one else can go
It holds me close and kisses my scars
In a place where I can be led to the stars

And … like every other greeting, when I find it I will lay down
On my bed of clouds as if it were the first time
And it will caress my soul
My eyes will rest and then I will know…. I’ve made it home.