all the years are a voice lesson
there is so much to sing
we need every instrument
so we may sound the depths
of where we are, learn how
we are ever to know one another
no lanterns of moons I know
to send across the evening sky
other than music
no petals we can set in procession
upon the breathing stream
other than singing
all the years a voice lesson
there is so much to sing
we need every instrument
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What a beautiful poem!
Grateful for your resonant words.
Woo-hoo, Michael!