I sang the hymn
Among the ruins,
That which I hummed in the garden
Of my grandmother whilst
I gathered pecans into memory.

And once I sang a song
With a nocturnal note
As I gazed upon the skies and laid
Waste to hopeful stars with
Wishes from a tranquil tune,
Such innocence defined in song.

But there was always musicians,
That of the lover I took as a teen,
     The notes new to me,
Beyond me,
Into o my very fibers,
Her touch and kiss in an
Orchestrated gallery of memoirs.

     And the ruins are like old winds
That humm the virginal blood,
      As I quivered over her unknown
That such music was for Heaven,
    And all the perfection of playing
A reckless tune into her heart,
Into my soul,
I sang the saddest lament when our
Youth ran out, and still I sing;
She is gone.

A hymn for my Mother
    When God said nothing
And took her away.

I sang at the birth of my daughters,
Daughters of fire and destiny,
    The instrument of my home ,
The dream of my notes that they might
Sing a song in the new ruins,
      A Father's hope is an
Eternal song.

I sang the lovers I take,
    They that take me,
Jealousy and the mad love we make
In the abrupt song,
   Far away hope,
Hope far away,
I sing to find the One true lover.....

      I sing today for yesterday,
And my song will be heard tomorrow,
      When the nights are darkest,
Still among the ruins I must sing,
    The notes that scratch my throats,
This I cannot reach I still covet
   Because their lyrical dream
Lives inside me,
    I sing for my life
And everyday in it,
    I sing naked in the shower,
Early with the birds,
   Because I sing I know
I make the world mine,

And if I stop the song,
     I would wonder,
Who listened all these years.