There is a sound in my heart
That I would sing but what for
I guess you can call it music
But it’s a hum
A clash
A pulsing
It got no steady rhythm.
You wouldn’t listen to it in your car
Or in your room.
You wouldn’t enjoy it
And you cannot dance to it.
Oh, but I!
I breath by it
I catch it with my bones
And I hold it along the bend of my neck
The curves of my shoulder.
The round of my hip
And the crook of my ear.
You wouldn’t call it a song
It isn’t enough
But too much.
Not canned
Or preserved
Or pasteurized
And it will fade once I’m gone
In echos
To slowly
Slowly
Disappear.
I cannot teach you the lyrics
For words there are none
But if you hold it against you
Maybe you can hear some of it
In yours.
