It happens. Constantly, my heart loses its song. A foreboding presence seeps into my being... slowly tuning out the music... until there was none. Silence.
I fought hard, listening even for the faintest sound. Afraid when the music completely fades, my heart may never sing again.
It also happens. Constantly, a song finds its way to my heart. An inviting awareness illuminating obscure chambers of dreams forgotten.
And my heart sings again. Joyously. Profoundly.