The Lost Treasures
By Sarah K Allen

When my heart overflows,
the expressions flow from my fingertips
and erupt from my vocal chords.

The improvisation flies from the instrument,
sprouts wings,
and floats on the wind.

My song becomes an offering to the sky --
linking with the unsung melodies of time,
it tells my untold story to the earth.

When the breeze brushes across your face,


for then you may hear my legacy --
the faint strumming of my fingers,
the calming caress of my voice,
the music from my singing heart.



Sarah Allen is a music teacher in Tacoma, Washington. She often writes about her experiences as a young widow and single mother.


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