Singer

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.