Myriad

Sounds arrive from Everywhere or somewhere Like trains at a busy station Eager for attention Begging to be heard Jealously guarding their find; Lovers living far away Calling in darkest night From pale payphones saying Please listen, please.

We talk and gesture and Raise our hands Fingers waving like flags Hoping to be called on next; Volunteers in a pickup game Where last chosen stands Too small and slow, Inadequate alone.

Electronic doppelgangers Grind out binary chatter And steal tattered time; Bare beginnings of stories Lacking middle or end; Just snippets of thoughts, Flashing lights of Unrealized potential.

Into this rough maelstrom A pure note appears; A single unwavering voice Soaring high above the clutter Bringing truth To unquiet thoughts And smiles appear Where none were found.

Music plays and souls connect, Memory made manifest; And all eyes turn to watch Her long red gown And sultry moves; What common threads we weave When dancers dance Hearing the words that matter As the songs we sing, Sing us.