THE HIGH NOTES

If I could only sing the high notes

I would soar.

I would float a song to melt a mood

Discordant with hard times;

I would lift a tune beyond the moon

Where lovers lift their eyes;

I would glide a melody so long

That broken hearts would mend;

I would hum a bar so musically

You'd wish it would not end.

© Ron Unruh, March 2015