Quite Harmony

I do not dance to melodies,
nor sway with chords of olden songs.
Music, once my companion,
now drifts past me,
like wind through a window I cannot open.

Yet I am healed —
not by returning to who I was,
but by embracing who I have become.
Words, poems, and quiet mornings
sing their own soft tunes to me.

He hums his memories,
gardens in the sun,
smiles at songs of youth.
I watch him, patient,

but in hearts that hold each other
through silence, laughter, and tears.

We are two peas in a pod

different yet entwined,

and in this gentle space,
our harmony lives —
not in music,
but in love.