Song

Your song is the smile on faces of children
Their gleeful laugh is your flute
Your choir is the giggling of sensual women
Who pleasure the drunk

My song rides the wind
And howls through the trees
Its score is on Mother Theresa's wrinkles
The percusion
Two Lovers hearts
Beating in unison
Its melody is refreshing like water
From a crystalline stream
It has no tempo for it transcends time
All can hear it
But few listen

(3/24/02)