THE MUSICIAN'S GIFT

What jury is needed for sounds of the soul, 


Would you take a gift giver to court, 


What genre or box does divinity fit, 


When its sound is its very own sort?


Would you cancel the plans of an angel or two, 


Just because they don't sound like the rest, 


When we take down the many, so one can stand strong, 


Does that make the true one look its best?


When each person comes in with their very own sound, 


As unique as each snowflake and tone, 


Would you force competition upon each design, 


Or embrace each design as its own?


When a winner is crowned over someone who lost, 


Does that not mean the world has lost twice, 


For what is a winner but someone who rose, 


Above someone whose gift became ice,


When we are the divine in our gifts and our souls, 


Competition will be nevermore, 


For the whole world will win and together we rise, 


In the cosmic eternal encore. 


-Pamela Storch