Music is a city's beat one can't restrain
a frequency surpassing the inward Eye
that's mirrors often against the observant mind
It is the link(between these two)that chains,
revives the caged bird's whistle once again.
The Sound of overtones,in Life,lies
under a whispered wish that cannot be denied;
it is inscribed upon the grand in the wind.
I will sedate you acapella until my melody revamps
into a lyric you discern
like an ever-changing mood.
Your world exists beyond what can't...
even between the syllables in words.
The song you sing is my cocoon.