His Heart’s Song

My head on his chest,

I can hear his heart’s song.

It’s not a symphony

many claim it to be.

It sounds more like

windchimes.


Though broken in many ways,

he found the strength to piece them together

to have it play for me.


What I feel when I hear it—

comfort,

calm,

and home,

are what make him

and his heart’s song

my own.