There are things in life.
Simple, easy things that take the hardness out of world for a moment.
Ghostly music seeping in from another room makes me stop.
She is singing again, and I cannot move,
I must stand and cup my mind around this whispering flame.
The slightest puff of air will chase it into the night
and leave the world colder for its loss.
Myriad Ways 
Oh my goodness… beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.
A lovely graceful drifting poem. Very orginal image, carefully constructed. The poem flickers softly like the candle flame. Beautiful.
I was feeling so far away from my life since New Years, and I had to pull myself back in. This was me breathing in. Thank You for your comments. I feel so affirmed.
Beautiful. Wow.