Showers of Symphony

In the depth of the early morning a sound nudges me from my dreams.

In my slightly refreshed exhaustion it is as if almost every drop of rain hitting the metal of the roof, every petal of the tulips, the beginnings of the needled lavenders combine to create a melody.

And if I wasn't so wrapped up perfectly in my slumber, not so still sleepy, I could put lyrics to pen and create a song never heard. But the words stir around in my soul, but yet, I cannot pull them completely into my memory for later.

But the melody so perfect, the sound so sweet, it becomes a lullaby, allowing my tired soul to go back into peaceful rest.

But when I arise to take on my day I know the song was sweet, like I could almost see every note flowing from the falling rain when I turned in my bed to face the windows - but I couldn't hum it or replay it in my soul to share if asked. One of those beautiful mysteries that are better left saturating my soul than replayed in a realm that won't capture it perfectly.

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I saw the peaceful turn of your smile as you realized you did not wake for nothing. As your mind processed all the pieces together and the melody took you in.

I know of all the things in this world you have access to in this moment the one thing you love to wrap yourself in is music.

It has been your escape from the pain since you were just a child. The louder it was, the more you could feel it surround you the safer you felt.

But this morning - you didn't need it pushed to 11. You needed it just soft enough to hear as you woke, and yet, it still encased around you.

Instead of a wall to shield you from everything trying to tear you apart, trying to brace the cracks of your heart from the inside out - I wanted to try something new, something when you weren't in control of your environment.

And my plan succeeded. Nudged awake in time to hear a song just for you. One that I knew would make you glad I woke you up. One, that can prove that sometimes, the fortified shield isn't built the way you think it should be.

Rain on a roof; falling on beauty grown with blood, sweat and a few tears; the feel and smell of a fresh, warm spring morning; the memory of singing to the Oriole from the night before; the vocals of the praises of the birds awaking mixing to make a symphony.

For you. All for you. Just to see that slight upward turn of a sleepy smile, and finally get a chance to wrap you up my own, sweet, peace filled way.

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(C) Kristen Garcia May 5, 2015.