an orphan now
its soft voice lost
in the jam jangle
of modern life
with the shot and stab
scream and squeal
evidence left in the streets.
Yet, listen for the whisper of sweet things
in the deep, dark nights of longing.
Listen for that gentle voice
soft syllables sung in melodies
crisp and cooing, dream-lilting
lyrics finely tuned
set in whispers lit with gentleness
and hope of sweet, sweet things.