It was her song that moved the world...

It was her song that moved the world...
          she who felt the song in her breast
              before she knew it in her head...
      who could tell you the meaning of
              the flowing melodies and the stories they told
          before she could tell you the words.

But when those words came,
          and oh did they come,
      it was then that they could not chance to ignore it.

A song whose nature was better expressed
          than the love of any poet's heart.
      - whose altogether beauty could not be recreated by any other.

A song that imitated none other and would forever be imitated by all.

But she saw not the song for its fame, originality, or genius,
          but for the story it told, complete and unending.

It was then that the world knew love like never before...
      ...that they wept with such a passion as ever before.

But she took no reward...
      As a messenger is only that, she could put no price on
          giving them a song that needed but to be given.

And it was given... and they were moved...
            and thus the song was forever set free...
      right where it should be...
          and we wept for her and her beautiful song
      which now belonged to the world.
          For nothing so beautiful could ever belong to one
    without belonging to every one.

  And she knew that even before it began, deep within her soul,
        and before the words formed in her head...

      She gave it to the world, and when you hear it,
          you will know why they wept,
              and you will see why she set it free....
      you will be moved...
              and then you shall weep as never before.
      and the song will be free...
          right where it should be...
                                - end -

        - February 18, 2006