A Musician's Love

                                         By Garry A. Snyder

 

 

The violin hears as I bow

forever drawing it to and fro

never-ending cycle like

tunes of practice done just right.

The violin rests, no more sound.

Skies darken and the night settles down

as I leave a wanton wanderer full of thought.

It makes no difference if its sweet or hot.

The fictions of probability is what I see

to embellish the spellbound dream for me.

 

 

 

                                         If You Really and Truly Love Me

                                          By Noreen Ann Snyder

 

 

Even though you can't hear me,

I can hear you, mommy.

I heard you talking about aborting me

and that I ain't a human being.

How could you be so cruel?

(Oh, how I cried silently!)

If you really and truly love me, mommy,

let me live to see the new world.

 

I didn't ask to be born,

but since I'm still in your womb,

let me come forth alive.

Let me experience

and see the new world.

Let me taste the food and liquids

that is good for me.

Let me touch you and the things around me.

Let me smell and breathe the air

and smell the beautiful things

in this new world.

Let me see you and daddy and the new world.

Let me hear your soft voice and others

and the noises that surround me.

Let me experience the different emotions

and experience life itself.

 

If you really and truly love me, mommy,

give me a chance in this new world

like your mommy gave you

that chance a long time ago.

Listen to my inner silent pleas.

If you really and

truly love me, mommy.