Is it okay to love

The way a note hangs,

Or a word is placed,

In our mutual air?

The way some notes,

Like some words,

Speak to our souls,

Is it okay to love

Those who pulled the bow?

For I have loved my share

Of poets and musicians,

And carry them to where

If I close my eyes,

I can see the spirits

Of those I hold dear, and dearly–

It is a place I often go

And now, it is easier than before,

As the lines of time blur,

And the many loves become

One love,

I have given myself permission

To be enamored, swept away,

As idealistic as my teenage days,

When love was not finite,

But as infinite as song.