Have you ever been a song?

A spring gliding down the mountain top,

snaking through the plains, an urban backdrop.

Have you moved like rivers, floating in melody?

Lived like a song, through life's tragedy?

When the candles were out, and the sea looked black.

Waves whispered like voices, and her hair fell back.

Jazz on the radio, bodies moved in a rhythm.

Have you kissed like a song, like women in freedom?

When tender fingers caress old, dusty pianos keys,

moonlight melts into sonata, silence in the humming of bees.

Raging fires and passion stand still, a dead volcano.

Have you ever been a song, a warm soprano?