WillisR1213

(Friend) wants (a chance) because (of lost song), but (nerves and bullies compete against). Have you ever noticed the song that the stars sing? You can’t hear it by day but you can see it by night. Their radiance and beauty as a million of them gather in the sky. Each one is singing its own note with its gorgeous ray of light, creating the perfect harmony. It’s beautiful if you would just take the time to look and listen.

I guess many people don’t think about things like that. Maybe that’s why I don’t have many friends. They are too busy running around in their huge city lives to stop and notice things like the stars. But I am surrounded by them and their songs and all the other songs of nature. And I love every minute of it. Being out here on this huge farm surrounded by woods and flourishing life is the best childhood a person could ever have, even if I am with Dad.

He was the one that taught me to stop and listen, when we still loved one another. I discovered I was too loud and spent too much time concerned with myself to hear the notes. So I stopped and listened and it was like the whole world opened up to me. There are no words to describe it.

My father also told me about the Soul Song. It is the song of the whole world. Each note is sung by a different person’s soul creating perfect harmony and melody. I always thought it would sound like an E minor chord on a guitar, beautiful, lovely but with a sad sounding undertone to it. But it’s lost to most because they became corrupt and have forgotten to sing, just as they have forgotten to listen. So very few still sing from their souls and fewer still can hear the notes.

I tried to explain this to the kids at school, to try to get them to sing again so maybe I could hear, but they just laughed at me for it. They told me I was crazy. Even the teacher didn’t understand, so she called my father to complain about how I was making a big fuss in class over something called a Soul Song. I didn't understand why my dad as so mad at me. He was the one who had taught me everything I know about the song. After a long conversation where he screamed at me to grow up, he sent me to counseling. He hasn't looked me in the eye since.

I hear things that no one else does, things that I call a person's soul. Is it insane to believe that? Am I crazy?

Every where I hear the notes of plants and animals but never, in all my life, had I heard the note of another person's soul. Until I met him.

It's such a strange sensation, to be able to hear the sound of another person's being, to hear their hopes and dreams, desires and wants, failures and fears all mixed up in one note, if I really hear such a thing.

It was such a pure note, so perfect. The note floated to my ears from a distance. I was so captivated by the beauty of it that I could't help myself, I followed it. Deep into the woods I weaved, in and out of the trees until the note was clear as day. But I was standing in the middle of nowhere. There was nothing there that could have made such a sound. Yet I could hear it, clear as day right here.

"Hello," a voice said from above. Startled I looked up to see a tall lanky boy perched in the oak tree above me.

"What are you doing up there?" I called up. He was very odd with curly brown hair and soft brown eyes. What in the world was a boy doing in the middle of my family's woods and in a tree for that matter.

"I"m listening," he whispered back as if trying to still hear whatever it was he had been listening to.

"To what?" I asked. But I was hoping to already know the answer.

"To your note." he said with such confidence in his voice it surprised me.

"You can hear my note?" I asked incredulous at the fact that maybe I wasn't the only one who heard things. He jumped down from his branch in the tree to land in front of me with a huge grin.

"Of course I can," he said with complete sincerity, "but it's kind of weak, as if you lost your will to sing, not like you forgot like all of the others." Shock, I know that is the look that was painted on my face. How did he know?

He laughed at me, "Don't seem so surprised, your note does reveal this to the world, as I am sure you know considering the fact that you are talking to me as if this whole conversation is natural and that you were able to find me all the way out here. Now tell me, why have you lost your will to sing such a beautiful note?"

I could feel myself blushing and growing defensive. How dare he say that about me. I,more than anyone, had worked so hard to remember and to sing as those around me lost their voices. "I haven't lost my voice." I cried back, now angry with this strange boy.

"Yes you have," he said back unphased by my outburst of rage, a complete look of calm on his face. That's when I heard it. Another note, higher in pitch but just as pure as the strange boy's, coming from the direction behind me. I turned to look in the direction that the note was coming from. I was curious as to who was making such a beautiful noise but was more intrigued by the boy's knowledge in front of me. Turning back to look at him, I found him looking in the same direction with a new energized glint in his eyes. Feeling my eyes on him he turned back to look at me, smiling.

"I've got to go," he said with a look of regret coming to his eyes, "but first let me tell you something. Your note is fading and quickly by the sounds of it, but don't despair. You've been broken by the world, told not to sing, told your crazy to believe that people could be so vulnerable, so open to the world around them. And for this you have slowly lost your will to sing as you have opened your soul and shown this vulnerability only to have it stamped on by the ones you love most. Don't lose your vulnerability, to be vulnerable and open is to be courageous and strong. Don't loose your voice, its beautiful. Bye." and with a smile he walked away towards the other voice in the distance. Just like that, but I found myself renewed.

I wasn't crazy. And I knew it now. I found myself once again floating through the trees, but not looking for someone but listening to all of the beautiful voices of nature. I never returned to the world of the lost voices, but discovered the world of the found. My own voice ringing out clear as the beautiful stars above.