Tones of Love

 

More than human,

More than the humour that’s stricken,

More than invasive partisans can tell,

She still sings through broken chords until,

Those very broken chords become discernible

From her melody,

Become faint as her voice

Takes over all feelings and emotions

And no soprano can touch her,

No alto, tenor or bass for,

Her uniqueness and tonal quality

Be the sweetness she resonates

From deep within her soul,

 

     She may be dying,

She may have her voice

For only a brief time upon this realm

Yet, even when talking she sings

In a way,

     In a way that levitates spirit

And guides a light throughout

The darkness of a decaying world;

Takes you to lush green pastures

Where birds sing – full volume,

Wild animals caress each swelling of the moon

And fertility bares new voices

To sing a chorus of freedoms,

 

     She sings,

But in private,

She cries the loneliness

Of unique a gift that stands

In solitary, and no-one,

Not even I with love for her,

Can be worthy of walking her side,

 

     Still,

I cherish the time I listen,

And glisten with pride

Every time she gazes my way,

And sings those words of solemnity,

That sends goose-bumps foraging,

And my heart;- dancing.

 

Michael J Waite 4^th October 2013.