The Bridge Connects

An amazing Voice,

a Love, a choice.

To sing of times,

in simple lines,

a Sonnet tries,

I dream of Lives.

The beauty signs,

in lyrics find,

the warmth of only you.

As we come,

and as we go,

it really is,

just a show.

From birth to tomb,

we feel the bloom,

the blossom of complete.

The root to be,

is in the deed,

to encourage,

Mankind's need.

The honesty,

simplicity,

in Art I feel the bleed.

The connection,

delivers attention,

to the mirror of only read.

With every word,

between what's learned,

the value's keep it clean.

The grace of spoken,

is sometimes broken,

but Love will last Eternity.

A Universal Claim,

without the blame,

the Twin Soul is,

a different same.

An equal half of a separate whole,

it always adds to subtract,

the measure is the cold.

Long before the music plays,
the pianoed theme remains in scene,
a quantum leap of what I seek,
is the dream that People meet.