by Qzeebrella
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This is my first fic for this fandom so I would really like to know what you think. Though I normally write and post prose this came to me as a poem. Hope you like it.

Date: July 8, 2003

Archive: To PKSP anyone else, please ask and you shall receive.

Disclaimer: Neither Voyager nor her crew is mine, though the poem below is, no profit being made.

Tom sat in the storage bay
Refitted as a recital hall
For talent night
For plays
And waited for his lover
His best friend
His husband
Harry to take the stage
And as Harry stood up to play
Tom watched

I watch as he plays his clarinet
He is dressed in black pants and white shirt
Hair perfectly combed
Face revealing the emotions
Body moving with the music
Each note perfect and clear
So beautiful
Drawing pictures
Weaving emotions
Exploring
Laying his soul bare for us to see

The music
At first
So tentative and unsure
As if feeling the way
A note of joy and hope
Breaking through the uncertainty
His face as if reflecting sunshine
Music echoing bird song
Clouds scattering
Child's laughter
Flowers peeking out from the grass
All seen through music

The notes twirl around
Dancing with mischief
His eyes open and twinkling now
Body moving rythmically
Slight smile on his face
Then clouds appear once more
Mournful cries weave into the fading notes
Of mischief
Rain starts to fall
Pain and grief and sadness overtake the music
Haunting
Wistful
Bereft
The clarinet cries
Yet within the pain
Woven within the grief and sadness
Is hope
Lingering on every note

Searching
Wistful
Longing
Hope starts to take hold
Holds out its hand and lifts us up
Swirling us higher and higher
Taking us closer and closer
Then finally
Joy and passion start to echo
Victory and discovery light fire to the music
Lifting our hearts
Our souls
Blazing through our minds
Lighting us with passion

Then slowly easing us down
Through soft wispy clouds
With love and tenderness wrapping around us
Caressing our hearts
Embracing our souls
Touching us as deeply as possible
With music
Showing us for a brief moment
Our innermost soul
And revealing his
For all of us to see

So precious
So unique
So passionate
Evocative
Haunting
Hopeful
Mischievous
Stubborn
Romantic
Strong of heart and spirit
The music reflects all of this
And more
Beyond words
Beyond pictures
The clarinet reveals
And then conceals
The man I love
The man I trust
The man who loves me too
And I rejoice
To have seen this piece of him
This glimpse of his golden soul
This reflection of him
Through music.

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