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I heard a soul singing today.
It was as if the heavens were remembering.
A deep ache, a longing, as if my chest
wanted to recoil into itself
arose from within me.
The singing soul was calling on
all the other sadness
all the aching memories
all the longing
the intensified bitterness
the beautiful lust
In the same song.
I didn't know it was possible
to say so many things at once.
Every part of the song
felt like it was all the same idea
but it was many combined
It made more sense than anything I'd heard.
Then I realized that it had no words.
My heart was answering it,
my pulse was quickening.
I could feel my wrists drumming,
I could feel my spirit spark,
I was sure my green eyes were dancing.
This song, this soul, it felt so familiar.
Then I realized something more..
It was my song, it was my soul.
It was me, I was playing,
my soul was playing
My soul was singing.