When she sings, she channels all that she’s heard
Raising to tiptoe and warbling like a morning bird
She sounds as beautiful as the rush of angel wings
This is my little songbird, glorious when she sings
When she sings, there’s no telling what you’ll hear
Raised around country folks drinking beer
I’ll tell you of one who was her crazy old uncle
Who was particularly fond of Simon and Garfunkel
Another, an ex-boyfriend, who loved ol Hank and Cash
And was known to go cheating after smoking hash
She’ll easily belt out a drinking and cheating song
Raising the roof with a voice classic and strong
Then drop to a whisper and sing Amazing Grace
That will leave wonderment all over your face
“Go Rest High On That Mountain” or “Whiskey Lullaby”
And I promise the room will have nary a dry eye
Born with a blessed gift, she sings from a pure heart
When she looks at you and sings it will rip you apart
When she sings, she channels all the abuse she’s felt
Pours it into every vibrant note her voice can belt
Haunting as the brush of unseen angel wings
This is my little songbird, glorious when she sings
I can never hold her; I’d damage her healing wings
So I listen in rapture to my songbird when she sings
I pay the barkeep for her a round or two
Then I slip out the door when her set is through
Echoes of her melodies haunt me as I walk
Every night with my demons I have a little talk
So far I have won and will as long as I am strong
I won’t let my darkness hurt my songbird and her song
For my salvation comes twice a week
When into the Horseshoe I quietly sneak
Listen to her angelic voice make the rafters ring
For my salvation comes when she sings
© D.B. Hall
Excerpt from the book “Poetic Melodies”
Preface . . .
There is a human language that encompasses the globe, regardless of race, color, creed or country. Much the same way as laughter or tears, or any of our human emotions. When we see someone laugh, there is a universal language that is communicated by all of us. We know they are happy. Just as when we see someone crying, it is generally accepted to mean they are, most likely, sad. However, the language I am referring to goes beyond the sight of emotions, and runs deeper than the tear streaked lines of a sad face. I am speaking of a language that can penetrate to the deepest depths of the human psyche, it can be felt in the beating of our hearts and it can leave us soaring among our dreams.
This universal language is music.
Upon these waves of sound we can find our spirits lifted to the heavens, we can feel the beats and the rhythms in our beings and we are moved by the vibrations. We may become lost in a memory or a moment of time may be singled out by the distinct patterns and oscillations of a melody. We may gather by the thousands to listen to this music together or we may be alone in our rooms, or be dancing with our friends or cuddling with our love, but the universal language of music expands human communication beyond the normal realm. It propels us into the wavelengths of our souls, and it is there that we become in tune, we find our harmonies, and we recognize that there is a true power in music.
The poetry included in this book seeks to capture that essence and tap into that power. These are the lines of communication opened and inspired by the universal language called music.
Christopher Allen Breidinger, Author
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On Oct 9, 2016 7:31 AM, “Creative Talents Unleashed” wrote:
> Raja’s Insight posted: ” When she sings, she channels all that she’s > heard Raising to tiptoe and warbling like a morning bird She sounds as > beautiful as the rush of angel wings This is my little songbird, glorious > when she sings When she sings, there’s no tell” >
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