The Tune Of The Silent Song Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

You feel its tune rise inside you,
and perform it in your dreams.
Your own song and nobody's
will be sung no matter what the
day is like.

It needs no songwriter for you are
the one who pens it, sings in and
carries it in you in a inviolable
invisible silence that shows mirth.
It is all over your face, this silent song.

I want to sing it, but I cannot sing it
for the tune is yours. I can just see
it sung and moving around all around
you for you carry a silent song,
that thrills the core of those who
know you carry it.

It blesses all, your silent song.
It is transmitted through the air.
All the wind that blows around you,
says it must be sung silently.

It knows you are the singer,
for you were born singing,
the first cry imitated the unknown,
song that would reveal itself
and ring its chorus in the wind.

Sing on, silent singer,
many hear you for their also
is a silent song. Till we all
agree, let it be a time of
chanson. We owe it to the
world, to move like the wind
and tell it there is a song
in us.

What is its tune when others
sing theirs. It wants to be belted
out. You belt out the silence and
whip it with a whistle from inside
you. The silent song of escapades,
wonders, conniving and causes all
in you and ready for the lister to
know there is a tune to this silent
song. It was not composed with your
eyes open. Hence it cannot be seen,
but heard with the inner ear.