Isn’t it strange
I keep having
Dreams of singing?
Or perhaps it
Is not strange
At all.
My conscious
Mind has
Forgotten how.
But in my dreams
I remember how
It feels.
Breath,
Sound,
Vibration.
Is it a memory?
More likely
A message.
Today I sat
At the piano
Just to see.
My voice was
Quiet but
Still there.
It survived
Abuse, criticism
And neglect.
Was it
Beautiful?
Who cares?
The point
Is not
To impress.
Merely to
Sing ourselves
Into being.
In dreams
I remember
How.
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