Secret Songbird Poem by Angela Wybrow

I didn’t know she loved to sing,
Or what feelings it would bring.
Her performance came out of the blue:
It wasn’t planned – it was impromptu.

A pretty lass, with her hair tied back,
She sat with a guitar upon her lap.
Her melodious voice filled the air,
As, with us, a song she shared.

Inside of me, emotions were stirred,
As I stood and listened to the words.
I hadn’t considered what talents lurked
Inside this young woman outside of work.

I, myself, was in quite a rush,
But the sound I heard was really lush;
So I stood and listened for a while.
Upon my lips, there played a smile.

I stood there rooted to the spot -
The passing time, my mind forgot.
By her talent, I was astounded.
By sweet music, I was surrounded.

Our secret songbird sang loud and clear;
The experience almost moved me to tears.
Someone nearby threw open the window,
And suddenly her sweet voice ceased to flow.