I write a passion,
for the written word,
mine is the music,
that's never been heard.

The melody alludes me,
for a consort of yore,
as the words reach my heart,
with a thundering roar.

I transform the pain,
that life has imposed,
into something of beauty,
so carefully composed.

The passion it stirs,
evokes beauty and disdain,
like the petals of a rose,
after a sweet summer rain.

Cindy Penney

Wabush N.L.   Submitted By: Cindy Penney