Hope is the thing
with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune
without the words
And never stops at all.

Emily Dickinson

Poems ~

Violins of the Heart

Lips are silent

Violins whisper

Love me!

With every step

they say please

love me!

Every hand-clasp

shows it clearly

Now I know, 'tis so, 'tis so,

you do love me.

And with each step of the waltz,

my soul joins in dance,

my eager heart leaps,

knocks and pounds, please be mine!

My lips speak no word,

yet still my heart whispers on and on,

now and forever,

I love you, oh so much,

I love you!

Peter Paulus

Hope is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soulAnd sings the tunewithout the words And never stops at all.