
RING OUT
A Cymbal that never rings out
A violin that never sings,
Objects of beauty that lost their voice.
Birds on a branch in silence
People who never laugh
A world dying within.
May we see the light again
See it spread warmth and smiles,
The birds will sing
The music heal pain.
May we then all understand
That kindness and care fuel life and joy.
© miriam ivarson
