There Was a Time
There was a time when the music was my voice.
I pretended I was heard.
The melody danced on the tune of my emotion.
Romance in notes tuned to the cosmic
dancer, dancing and dance.
Carried in my ears — worn by my heart’s constant caress — familiar to my feet that hear only now a bit.
I pretended I was heard — and I was, if by no one else than me.
So with a full throated, head tilted back, eyes closed these words shout,
no cry, tuneless trumpeting voice, above the quiet sphere of my aged form from my ageless soul.
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©2013