A New View


Each morning now you sing

for an hour, high and pure

voiced, like the only reason

air and morning were invented.

you sing for me.


Music was invented to 

approximate your oratory

that is the h in hope,

the h in heartbeat.

you sing for me.


I do not hear the song's

end, it goes invisible

in its lulling. Tomorrow

you will return and encore.

you will sing for me.



Author's Notes/Comments: 

True event last two days. 

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