HEART-MUSIC

The rhythm of my heart-music,
like a butterfly
reshaped in its chrysalis,
is a mutated melody of myself
and the delayed echoes
of songs unsung.

My song is my soul's journey
from the periphery
of plural voices
to the marrow
of a solitary center.

My concert the repository
of wandering images
in search of tenderness
and the universal
sense of wonder.

Were the world a symphony orchestra
I would play first violin,
plucking notes of inexplicable hope
from hearts and faces
in unexpected places.

© JOHN PISCATELLA