Origins of a song

Imagine if you will, seated
by a fire, before word’s advent,
when imitation an entertainment,
creativity flickered in eyes
that followed sparks.

In the night, who can say
what went through minds
when a child was lost, wandered
from the tribe, first a silence felt,
then a cry sent a tone aloft; voice
more than resonance alone.

A calling to inspire vocals,
orchestrated to promote
the subconscious mind, driven
with no real diction except loss.

Lyrics to lead a lost one
back into the arms of a mother,
her relief becoming a catalyst;
the plains without melody
no longer the only silence of stars.

* Collaboration between myself and Sugarmuser.


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