I Forgot the Music

I forgot the music

when pulsing under skin and brain currents

there is humming and echoed recallings of words

sung in gentle harmony 

atop a bed of strings playing together.

I forgot what it was like to work with a song

to have life accompanied.

There are many wonders

many aches, many mysteries which can only be touched

in song, and nothing else.

Ask the bluebird.