Shadowing a song
on an echo’s trail.
Her measure of strength found in
the played and the players.
F Sharp, C and E, a chorus of voices
birds and bugs and wind through the trees of the forest.
Her soul given to song
for you, the one.
The paddocks of your hollow, dry
captivated by her call.
She lifts and carries us. Renews and inspires us. Stings and breaks us. Speaks to and questions us. Consumes and leads us. Holds and hears us.
Her sword of song so rife with power
her variation boundless.