In the stillness of a quiet room before ambition before applause there was listening. And in that listening a door of light opened Not outward - inward Keys beneath small hands. Breath held between tones Dust turning like galaxies in afternoon air No word was spoken No praise declared Only a gaze that did not waver when the note trembled And when the fragile melody rose soft as a prayer - you answered with a nod A single, luminous smile That nod - not judgment not approval, but recognition Spirit greeting spirit Light bowing to light Like the returning phrase of Für Elise, it circles still - tender, unbroken a sacrament that sounds moving through time without end Years fall away Rooms dissolve The child becomes voice The voice becomes offering And in every tone released into the trembling air there remains that quiet blessing Not behind me Within me Between discipline and freedom the soul finds its own sound And in the space where silence becomes radiance I feel it again - that gentle, sacred gesture like a hand of light resting upon becoming Amen to the music. Amen to the listening. Amen to the light that knew me before I knew myself. Spirit greeting spirit Light bowing to light And in every tone released into the trembling air there remains that quiet blessing. Amen to the music. Amen to the listening. Amen to the light that knew me before I knew myself Spirit greeting spirit Light bowing to light.
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