If You Never See

(for quiet nights and open skies…)

If you never see my value,

then I’ll shine where no eyes are needed.

I’ll pour gold into silence,

turning what was ache into art,

what was waiting into song.

I won’t beg a mirror to see me.

I’ll be the light itself—

flickering in candle glass,

resting on a cymbal’s edge,

rising through the horn’s low hum.

If you never reach for what was real,

then perhaps you were meant

to stand outside the garden.

I was always meant to bloom,

even when unobserved.

Love taught me to listen;

loss taught me to stay.

And peace—

peace taught me to play

for the joy of hearing my own heart answer.

So I’ll let you  drift.

Let the echoes fall away.

I am not unfinished—

I am free,

singing softly into the next blue dawn.