MUSIC FOR SALE

By the Quiet Stream

I sit where the stream remembers every stone,
its clear voice weaving through the silence,
never hurried,
never asking the world to become anything
other than what it already is.

The water glides over smooth pebbles,
each gentle ripple carrying away
the weight I forgot I was holding.
The gurgling current becomes a quiet melody,
steady as a heartbeat,
soft as a whispered prayer.



Flow, little river, carry me home,
Where quiet hearts are never alone.
Ripple by ripple, my fears unwind,
Leaving every storm behind.

Softly you sing, softly I breathe,
Life is more than what I see.
Hold my heart, don't let it roam,
In your peaceful, gentle song.

The breeze brushes through the trees,
leaves answering with a tender applause.
Sunlight dances across the surface,
breaking into a thousand tiny stars
that drift downstream without looking back.



The breeze sings low through the swaying trees,
Leaves clap soft in the melody.
A thousand stars on the water gleam,
Dancing gently with the stream.
Light rolls on, never looking back,
Peace finds every hidden crack.
With every wave my heart believes,
Hope still grows among the trees.

I close my eyes,
following each breath
as if it were another small wave
finding its way home.
Thoughts arrive like floating leaves,
touching the water for a moment
before disappearing around the bend.


Water whisper, don't stop now,
Teach my heart just when and how.
Every ripple sets me free,
Flowing like a melody.
Stone by stone, my soul feels light,
Morning sun and moonlit night.
If I ever lose my way,
Lead me back beside your waves.

Nothing needs fixing here.
Nothing needs proving.
The earth beneath me is enough.
The flowing water is enough.
This peaceful moment is enough.


I am enough, this moment's enough,
The river reminds me when life gets rough.
No race to run, no mountain to climb,
Just breath by breath, one moment at a time.
The earth holds me, the waters sing,
Peace is found in the simplest things.
Nothing to carry, nothing to fear,
Everything I need is already here.


When I finally rise,
the stream keeps singing,
its timeless song reminding me
that calm is never truly lost—
it waits patiently,
flowing quietly within,
like clear water over smooth stones,
ready to be found again.

The river flows, my spirit knows,
Peace begins where stillness grows
The earth beneath me is all I need,
The water whispers, "Just be free."
Soft as the breeze, steady and tough.
I'll rest my heart where the waters flow,
And let my quiet spirit grow.