starts with music
plucking my heart
strings like a harp
that emotional swell
up like a tide like a
current I can't fight
or don't want to
I just lay back
and surrender, float
along the story sung
by the conductor of my
waiting breath, because
it sinks so much deeper
from the top of my throat
through my inner workings
to my lower central
nervous system, down
to the extent of my toes
and back up my thighs
sound is a gift and song-
sung by voice or guitar
violin or piano keys
I devour it all like a greedy
beast, licking its plate
I have never been
satisfied once, so I
became a poet to sing
in the voice God
gave to all poets, song-
writers without notes
without melody, yes
rhythm still, but music
words-not voice-still
breathe on the page and
inhale deep before the next
line. I am singing.
4-15-13
Appeared in Cadence Collective, August 2013
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