Poetic Melody Poem by Mark. A 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 cherished world.

Aren't we full of song? Aren't we, too, keeping them hushed?
Waiting for just the right moment in the morning, 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 long.