Pearls and Silver III

Little hands make a connection in a ring.
His hardened hands sit back and admire the robed woman who is with these children.
Other robed women come and sit, but are unwilling to stay.

There is music winding up inside his hardened hands.
Playing guitar to the children
Words behind the eyes;
smoke behind the mirror.

Forward is why we are here now
Music and art into a new time
A new measure in time.

Trumpets of the unearthed gather at the ceiling and walls;
springtime offerings.

Little hands, big eyes fill
and the water is running over the cliffs outside the window.

Sonja J. Johnston  © 18-March-15