Whomever sings with their eyes
Has no need for voice or hands.
For the mind has its own melody and rhythm.
Its own descant.
The mind dreams its own song.
Its tune is ethereal and angelic —
Heard only by the spirits.
When I am able to understand a faint fragment of it,
I am possessed by its delirium.
The music cannot be sung or played by the earth-bound,
Nor heard by living flesh.
There are lyrics no human language can replicate or translate,
No sounds fully mimicked by fashioned instruments.
This is all there is for us.
©Frances Ann Osborne