Poetic Melody Poem by Mark Heathcote

Every heart has a poetic melody
doesn't every voice want some form of parity?
Like that alert; spring blackbird, flying back and forth
perched in boughs both low and high in treetops and gorse
flying unheard to nurture her own cherished world.

Aren't we full of song, aren't we too keeping them hushed?
Waiting, just the right moment in the morn, abrupt
to sing our hearts out rhythmically, pure and loud.
Isn't every breast full to bursting out in song?
All night long, all year long, all live lifelong.