Roberto

You know from where your song sings,
from where there are no things to
distract your soul's emission,
from higher than breast or heart or
song itself, even higher than reason;

Another may think your body, a trained
machine, sings,
Such rhapsody comes from you know from
where your song sings: You,
weaving subtle golden threads of
melodic majesty,
delicate wanderings
fulfilling souls ravenous
for beauty,
speaking emotions of any color
from apathy to serenity,
spoken from your depth of soul,
Yes,
You know from where your soul sings.