I am Singing a Song

i am weaving magic
with a flick of my hand
undecipherable, non-sensical symbols
strange sounds, throaty emissions
my spells
a sorceress, I

I am singing a song
and you are listening
to the dulcet stammering of my voice
i can sing high as a soprano
low as a bass
loud as thunder
soft as whisper

i want to
let you hear
the kinds of
words

you make
me think in

short staccato sounds
screaming soaring simultaneous
between horizontal rests in silence
anticipating with stilted breath my cue

i want to
let you hear
the music when
words

are played
but you’re tone deaf
to the tintinnabulation
of the thousand subtle rhythms
that toll for thee