THE SONG

She wants to sing
and so I do...

As I slowly fade into the song
I become the voice itself,
that which is sung...

When I merge with the sound,
I dilute, turn aerial...

She wants to dance
and so I do.
Quiely, I make each
of my moves a celebration.

Sometimes my ways are
unbridled and wild,
other times, I'm as gentle as a feather
tiptoeing almost above the ground,
delicately, not to hurt the earth.

But when our voices merge
and we dance as one –
what bliss, what rapture!

Music seems to be
the closest way of describing
the inarticulate beauty,
the indescribable wonder
of...hm, well... this...