I am a soul to whom the universe sings
Morning and night
Every sight and sound
Begging for release
The stars, the trees
My cat, the rain
Washing machines and fuzzy socks
Birds in the sky
The smell of earth and wind
I wonder what the universe will sing today
What song will take hold of my pen
And spill on to the page
As if it has always been there
For me there is no other way
I am the words and melody
The entirety of creation my muse
Hear my song
And in the brief moments
When the world does not speak
And I think that it is finished with me
That I have written all beauties
All sorrows, all lives
And nothing remains
I am reminded that even
Silences are beautiful too
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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