She sings to use the waiting,
To ease the pain of her soul,
To gratify all needs

She sings words you'll not understand
You'll only hope to grasp it

Singing brings peace to her, she hums a little too
Songs you maybe recognize
Maybe not

Not for an audience
People make her nervous
Her room is her studio,
Her stage

She sings to her aching heart
she sings to her eyes
she'll sing to her morning, her night skies

She sings songs inside out
feeling it brew in her lungs,
from her belly to her tongue

Rolling from her lips
sounds are pure
her own

I sing to use the waiting,
To ease the pain of my soul,
And to gratify all needs


I sing songs inside out,
to my heart,
to my eyes,
and to my night skies

© 2013 Miranda Mack-Jackson