Music on/off controller
The midi playing is: You've Got A friend

My Neighbor's Voice
by DR Varg

Her voice on the phone,
recorded--preserved;
it brings me such pleasure sublime.

A bike ride. A walk.
A trip to see swans.
Each one is a wonderful time.

I ne'er fathomed such
a friendship as this,
which, to me, could matter so much.

I'm comforted so.
And ev'ry day, glad
we're close, yet, not needing to touch.

But I can recall
I'd felt, for so long,
'twas one thing alone, paramount!

I wanted to share,
with someone, my life;
on that, I would totally count!

This partnership, thus,
meant, no more, I'd seek;
my needs, it alone, could fulfill.

The rest of the world
I then could ignore;
to me, it was nothing but frill.

We'd build our own world.
At all those beyond
our high parapet, we could sneer;

as all of our wants
would, satisfied, be,
by staying enclosed in our sphere.

So much disregard!
The Wonder of Life
neglected.; not known or embraced!

Protecting myself
and building up walls,
I see, now, as prudence, misplaced.

For, each time I hear
your sparkle-ing voice
I'm seized with such vast peace-filled joy.

'Twould all be unknown,
and be foreign, still
if things did not, as seen, deploy.

That hurricane, fierce;
so vicious, intense;
that raging bull inside my brain

which battered me, so;
unending, it seemed.
And caused me such mis'rable pain!

It tossed me about;
it swept me along,
like Tristan, whisked forth by the sea.

I had little choice
but go for the ride
and hang on precariously.

But all storms conclude
eventually
and things, from these storms, do survive.

A lot gets laid waste;
destruction abounds
but new life appears and can thrive.

I know this is true.
Each day I am shown.
I'm learning anew like a child.

And, so much, I find,
brings forth inner peace.
And never so oft' have I smiled.

The storm, I got through;
just barely, it seemed.
But now, how the sky is so blue!

And flowers abound;
I'd missed that 'till now.
Their colors, I fully can view.

Perhaps when the path
we're traveling on
is leading, not, where God would choose,

He's showing his Love
by blocking the way.
So, it, we no longer can use.

...thought I was so smart
and needed no help;
I'd find the best course that there is!

But He knows what's best!
I thank Him each day.
I bow to the wisdom that's His.


Dave Varg

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