SHE SANG


She sang to me
It was a quiet song
The words
The thoughts
The music in her voice
Her lips moved
My inner self coming to the surface

She sang to me
I had found peace in her song
The Earth moved with her words
My thoughts became focused
The air vibrated with her voice
I saw her lips and else was mute
I felt raw opened by her

She sang to me
All anger left
Her words stopped all movement
Only she existed
The wind was still
Her mouth opened so slightly
I couldn't move


Michael V Hechtman