A song made a visit today.
In the yard, children whistled and hummed.
Such was the power, I was transported for a time.
No musician was there to catch the theme,
light as soap-bubbles on the air.
A poem made a visit today.
A rose standing clear of thorny briars.
One I had passed many times; what moves the heart today?
No poet was there who'd memorialise the thought,
simple as a love of colour.
A traveller made a visit today.
Brief as a breath, the chance glimpse.
When I was beckoned I was bound to go.
No one need cry, nor think further. With senses taken
I can leave no message but this.