a flower reaching for the sky

I was made for a harmony;

To fly just a little higher.

The melody my roots,

Pulling me into the earth-

While at the same time,
Looming above;
I'm free to bloom.

A small and precious duet,

I cradle the sound in my hands.

Blow its seeds away to the air-

Scattering into sunlight

To cast shadows underneath.

Parallel we glide,

My shadow and me.

At equal intervals

We soar up and fall free.

Coming so close,
But never quite touching.
Where you go I will follow-
Close beside;
Carving my own path.

Cold and clear notes
Contrast with your gentle warmth;
Cut their way through the space around us
Where we bloom-
Together, but apart.

Roots reaching for water and earth-
A flower reaching for the sky.