#howwewillbe

[angwytakoyaki]

| November 2018 |

Signs of Life

It was the afternoon of Sabbath

In a four-cornered room,

Signs of life were singing

So blessings will come soon.

But one flower stood lifeless,

For no music can make it bloom.

Until a dazzling sound of piano

Started playing a tune.

The piano's played by a man

Whose heart is like no other.

And so the rhythm of the instrument

Is as wonderful as its owner.

The musician kept on playing

Until the piano learns to sing

And the man knew the piano well

And the joy that it could bring.

Songs of grace were to be heard

Coming from this instrument

But still the flower remained lifeless,

Almost ready to lose its scent.

The piano kept on playing

For days and months and years,

Quite unsure of what's beyond

That sometimes it sings with tears.

The flower itself knew

That its petals would start to wither,

Like the roots from beneath

Die from the thirst of water

Roots cannot be seen

For in the deeeper ground it is hidden.

But the voice of the piano

Has lessen the flower's burden

The music of the piano

Made the flower wants to live.

It told about the musician

And everything He could give.

But the flower is too afraid

For it is not ready to forgive.

Forgive the other signs of life

For the burden that made her grieve.

Still the instrument kept on singing,

Trusting the musician's plan.

And this time, the flower was willing

To have a little light from the sun.

It knew what it needed:

Some daylight and some water,

And the piano showed the life-giving well

That its Master wants to offer.

The flower is still afraid

But it drank the water with trust,

And the piano patiently waited

Until the day has come at last.

The flower begins to sway

As the piano starts to play.

And as they grow together,

Tears were sent away.

Now the piano sings,

And the flower dance.

Finally, another signs of life

Have given love a chance.

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