A song is only one word at a time,
one note, the mind expands into the lyric.
It is, the fullness, on a plane sublime,
is where we know the song, the theme melodic.
It is an instant thing, the word I sing,
bound in that instant to what went before,
each note, the fullness, holding, then to bring
to the next, on the present’s open floor.
To the future it reaches, with the breath,
to brighten the present with pearls of sound
that fade out, but in the transfer are set,
no phantom thing, puts the song in the round.
A life like a song’s one step at a time,
the fullness thereof held in realms sublime.