French Horn

All that I can dream
hangs softly in the air -
a wisp
a glitter-
spattered memory
a clean sound invading my veins -
It carries me away
on its ethereal note
making love to my soul -
It is the song I've known
since I was born -
It's wrapped itself around my life -
making me pause
making me believe there's more -
the note lingers
until it breaks under the weight
caught by the strings
and flung towards the sun