Everyone had an opinion,
No door did she shun.
In everyone 's opinion she lost hers,
But her all could alter her stars.
Opinion was the bird she did not know,
Now no emotion she could show.
Life wasn't perfect before or now,
Without a question or thought all she did was to bow.
He was free as a bird,
His opinion he shared.
He laughed his heart full,
He stood firm despite the push and pull.
When they met,her soul she found,
Her fingers could again produce the sound.
He rejoiced at every tune she played.
In symphony and sync their souls swayed.
Photo by Fransesca Woodman
Labels: poem, Ubc