Mountains

I am told

that without love

I am a sounding brass

making noise

but no sense.

But without you

there is no brass

to sound upon.

I am told 

that if I move mountains

but have no love

I am nothing.

But the mountain of your love

has moved me

and I am something.

Photo by Empathictrust on Wikimedia Commons

Mountains by Steve Wheeler was written in Plymouth, England and is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.