Music of the spheres vibrate in my bones.
Sensual tuning fork, my being hums
melodic song or atonal halftones
that carol in transfiguring anthems.
To sing is to give back a motherís milk.
Lyrical heart beating me beyond words
to feverish air of non-verbal ilk
that elevate tenor of all - upwards.
The breaking cry of the voice suspends Time.
A cappella with open mind elope
to state of ecstatic, releasing chime
that rekindles joyful spirit of hope.
A song born in soft ephemeral breath
can rock mighty state, ape or honor death.