Song

I have a song in my mind.
It has no name,
No words,
No rhyme.
But the melody sings itself,
Evolving every time I give it voice.
And with each alteration,
I drink in its potential,
Its power,
Its heart.

Closing my eyes
I can feel the song take shape,
Moving from blurs of melody and harmony
Into rhythms and chords
That form a portrait.
And on that canvas of sound
Is painted every beautiful thing
That comes rushing to my thoughts
When I think of you.
©2003, David Paul Guzmán. This work may not be reproduced in any form without permission from the author.