In The Stillness

He tread his footsteps
everywhere, made imprints of
kindness
Bootprints of care, yet ran
also tornadoes of angst and
despair
 
He left chimes of his melody
ringing in winds, the strings
never dusty or gone
And still in the stillness, he
smiles out his light
His feet treading softly in clouds

M P 23/5/21