The Song

Teetering tones of magic madrigals
Hanging high on notes that rise and quells
Sounds capture my soul and drifts
Swirling, floating, as it lifts.
Dancing on coloured sunlit beams,
Entwined between reality and dreams.
Rising words of written rhyme,
Sinking back into depths of time,
Note how they catch and fly,
Rising, racing to the sky.
Feelings yearn for them to tell,
Where in this life to dwell.
Hunting in these haunting halls,
In answer to the song that calls.


Chrissie Nash May 11