if there was only one song I could sing
it would be the one I am singing
the one whose words I don’t always know and I hum along anyway
the one which sounds like it has been sung before & yet it is only mine to sing
if there was only one song I could sing
it would be the one I am singing
the one which sets me free
the one which calls me to it to be sung into the world
if there was only one song I could sing
it would be the one I am singing
the one whose melody comes from the bustling wind, the bursting blooms & the bird calls
the one whose sounds resonate with every being, animate & inanimate alike
the one where there is space for new to come
if there was only one song I could sing
it would be the one I am singing
for, how could I sing another..that which wasn’t given to me?