It Comes From The Soul

From the soul, young man,

     It comes from the soul

It’s in the first snow fall of the year

       There’s magic in undisturbed snow

A white quiet blanket silences the world 

     And everything feels so

Still . . .

     It comes from the guitar

A few notes

    A few lines

And the world hopes . . .

     It’s in love, isn't it, son?

All of sudden

    Poetry makes sense

Music goes deeper

      Beauty changes

The soul grows

      All because we found a hand to hold . . .

It lives in beauty, it’s true, but unfortunately it lives in pain, too

     Suffering

Rock bottom 

     Regret 

Heart break

   It would a mistake to focus on what aches

While ignoring the subtle joys of life

      And it would be mistake to romanticize happiness 

And beauty 

     While avoiding the rain 

There’s beauty in the rain, Little Dove

    There are storms within love

There’s pain

   And there’s joy

Mixed with the itch to explore.

     It’s all in your soul, young lady

You feel so much and others have called you crazy 

      You hide from the world when you feel overwhelmed

And your mother calls you lazy

    So you never ask anyone for help

       But you are you

And from the soul

    You will find you

    Not lazy

Not crazy

   Not too much

Not too sensitive

    You feel

And that makes you real

Feel your soul, young man

Free your soul, young lady

Feel it all

     And let it fall off of you

like the leaves on the trees do.

CH 9/29/26