Hearts
find strength
where music
lives and breaths
birthing thoughts
like babies
crying loud
in any language
no matter
if with ten toes
or twelve
with brown hair
or blond curls
crying is crying
like music
that calls us
to the band
playing the jazz
we need to hear
night or day
even in our sleep
when dreams
get deep
with smiles
until the moment
when that universal
song wakes us up
ain’t no doubt
it’s that
crying kid
again.
Roger Singer 