as an instrument

pianist by Bernard Ott

Angel I am left a little shy to stand before you
now and offer up these words but

I am here only as you need me
because you have such a genuine loveliness

As a pianist who needs the piano to exalt
all those who are listening

You are as that instrument through which
loveliness maybe played to bless
life has a cruel season but

For the cruelty of reality
over an issue of distance

It is a melody of tears that
the eye plays as an instrument

Of the heart
there is hope

There was once a bright elusive butterfly

From love angel wings would fly away