Don't feel like writing

The sun is shining, 
but it's freezing cold.
The music is playing, 
just this one song. 

This Sunday, 
I don't feel like writing 

My hands are cold,
still moving,
My heart is warm,
eager to sing!

Yet my mind is filled
with all the thoughts,
of everything,
but happy or bright

This one gentle song
keeps them quiet
for something else to hear
'til the song stops

I'll keep playing it
'til I hear the sun again

Henna

and The Happiness Waltz by Josh Rouse