and then I saw it
the glint of understanding in his eyes when they closed for just a moment
then opened ever so slowly
seemingly soaking in every sound
and shutter around him.
just listening
not talking or moving at all.
he could hear it when our voices were calling out his name and
singing every word of his songs.
his songs
that were our songs.
i could see it clear as day, strong as night--
the artist had seen his work and finally realized they did too.
his piece was now a masterpiece simply because we were touched and he could feel that meant something.
something great.
he could see his work and smile knowing we saw it too.
it is a smile that only an artist that has never tired of hearing his name cheered from a crowd of people, all there for him, his work and his mind, knowing deep down he has worked every moment of his life for this moment right now
in the crowd
swirling in the smoke and sweat and music
the small atmosphere of ecstacy and understanding.
he is found.
he is finally heard.
what a beautiful
blissful smile to behold
(eyes closed, cheeks ridged, soul glowing softly from beneath his clothes and from his eyes as they open and look at us illuminated by his light--looking at all he's done).
-k.p.
For 11:00pm wishing it was 1:00am and you were here kissing me deeply and making this racing heart of mine pound the way it did when I saw him and heard his voice sing so beautifully, honestly, and purely. All the things my heart denies sometimes.
For missing you darling and wishing I could see you every day of my life.
Thanks to you kid, these songs make some sense and penatrate my heart more deeply than an ocean of tears ever could.
