Here we shared the slips and reels of earnest conversation, An interweaving counterpoint of dialogue Wherein I bled the truth of loving. Heartβs secrets shed And shared. And by and by transposing the antiphonal chant You guide towards consonance, harmony, With gentle lilting phrasing Encouraging sweet concord within the cantus firmus.
And yet you say you do not sing? Surely our hearts beat out the song of love and life And all our narratives are ballades sung in open form? I have heard you sing your madrigals With melodies of hope and peace and grace And tried to catch the tune.
Here, have rich harmonies been played out And love songs whispered on the air.
So, if God grants, a final cadenza let there be In a lullaby thatβs sung for me.