Words

Jada Adgerson and Gianni Morsell

Sometimes…
The words go through your ears
But it feels like a smack to the face
The end of all understanding
The beginning of a life of the truth
Pure white as snow now tinted gray
That healthy glow is struggling
No longer mirroring its beauty
The piano’s song remembered
Remembrance of a song well loved
Repeated once again
— Gianni Morsell