natu1713

She is a singer. When she steps forward And opens her mouth What we hear is more than sound More than a voice. It is a spectrum of color- Expressing her rage and power her sorrow her happiness. Lingering deep reds and sunny yellows rose pinks and grapevine greens They all hold a meaning. Her song holds meaning. Sometimes She trills for no one but herself to simply give into the lust that is singing To feel the echo of the notes pealing through the air and touching her ears softly Or the delicate vibrato Flowing through her mind like the beginning of a dance. But maybe She's singing for someone