Those of us who release the stiches binding our lips
And taste the first rush of crisp, cool air against our tongues
Once the first note breaks, the sound that permeates the air
stuns us.
The liberated cry bursting from our lips
feeling so foreign to our muted tongues
Forces us to pause
And listen…
The familiar buzz of silence is all amongst us
and it isn’t too long before we realize
That our ancient silence has been broken
And the grey air once again is filled with
the aura that beams
The glow that brightens the world
When you sing until your lungs bleed
about how you feel