Our Hearts Long to Sing a Melody
To be read aloud.
Our hearts long to sing a melody
our bodies can follow
The dropped beat of an averted gaze
A mother who won’t hold the hand of her child
Heart fibers pulled tight as an unplucked string
Oh, under the most silent tongue
there is a song to be sung
Listen to the naked hum of a voice awaiting harmony
There is no instrument that is not meant to be played
There are no notes that do not match some other
All our songs, these unstopped ears:
I will seam my voice to yours,
hold the rhythm, match the chorus,
clasp your hand
and pulse with melody
