Musing Poem by Ena Nin

when i could think aloud
i would sing my hymns
and strum through the wind

no ears would understand
as many heads unheeding
revile behind such musings

if i could make the keys listen
and hum few words in the air
i would hide them under letters
bury each one in metered flair

but the trunk of a tree
knows of such commitment
while the happy flying robin
casts in silent soaring liberty...

and so one waiting dusk, i hush
my symphony emptily
for a moment, above darkness
moonrise glows just for me.