The eyes of maturity

• Maddison Newman,
• Poetry
• 2007

The lines of every face tell a story
A story that can string the paths of the mind to the soul within
The eyes that have seen so much entice me to look deeper
To look for something else
The dark leathery skin shows the horror of his past
The firm set lips look like they have never bore a smile
His music is his only escape as the sound of his sacred heart fills the air
People gather around
The music touches them all
You can see as tears run down their pale cheeks as they pour out their own sorrows
A muggy sky swirls around the party
Music was their escape
Who were they?
Blue singers.