Do you think she knows?
I wonder if that youthful vision blinds?
The promise floating from the shimmering
Brilliance, the warmth of line – melody
That cuts to the chase, singing the sadness
Of the world, the harmonic mystery
That uncurls the protective thorns hiding
Our fear and need, those seed beds of beauty.
There was sacrifice; it was important
That we knew her links to the great, her prize
Winning potential; not though out of pride,
More to show the question – was her decision right?
Had she taken the stage, turned to applause
From the hardships of family life,
We may have talked of her, wiped the odd tear
From our eyes before a Mozart cadence,
Joined with the general admiration.
She made her choice however, through wisdom
Or instinct I know not. But I do know
Her decision changed me, opened the door
For me and for many others, to life;
To go from watching, listening to others,
To creating, living the music we find
Hiding in places we’d never entered.
So her choice was to live and to give life –
Surely she must know.