Sing to me again.

Sing in a language I cannot

understand, but your meaning

is all too clear. The warm

bourbon sound vibrates deep

into my black-hole heart, it

pulls the ragged breath

from my chest and I am

free again.

Sing to me louder.

Sing a song of peace and

calm the fear of my mind.

Fill my ears with the promise

of silent reverie, extinguish

my doubt with your sweet

tones, arrange them until

my haggard soul can fathom

the serenity you offer.

Sing to me bolder.

Sing the war of knowledge

and understanding. Wrap the

bars around me like armor,

your notes the only protection

I have against the truths that

threaten to drown me in a sea

of minor chords. Your song the call

to fight, my inspiration to win,

my desire to drive forward.

Sing to me beauty

Sing the wonder of the world

I cannot see. Show me the awe

of the mountain tops, the uncertainty

of the depth of the ocean. Serenade

me with the warmth of a stranger,

the grace of the broken, and the

duality of our existence, so that I

can feel alive without my innocence.

Sing to me again,

as if your words are

the form of my body

my autonomous motion

Sing to me again

as if your voice is the

beating of my heart

my breath of life.