Acoustic guitar stings and taps

leading into louder dance

A light female voice, breathless,

the words indecipherable

though I listen closely

only half understanding

snatches of song.

 

‘doesn’t take a job in the night

return to me

all my friends are

half-gone birds, keeping time,

are words, are magnets’.

 

Who will sing for me?

What is my song?

Who will sing the sense of my life?

Do you see me in spirit?

I have loved and have been loved.

They await me.