I love the sound of a word
To me it is the singing of a bird.
A word that is heard inside my heart
A word that does more than just impart –
I love the sounds that God has given us
That vibrate clearly inside my chest
They strike the drums beneath the chattering
They remind me of the unity under all the mattering.
And when I love I know it best:
Love makes the sounds that let the language rest.


“La ” said the note.
“I’m in a song.”

“So, la,” said the other note, singing along.
“Where else would you be but where you belong?”