Waking to Words

Finding my voice
after long, lost silence
was a powerful joy.

Hearing, again,
my own songs,
levitates my soul
and restores
the me to me.

These humble songs
return the red, live blood
to longing veins,
to a hungry heart.

But the songs
themselves are not
what really matters.

It is the homely,
jubilant act
of simply singing
that engenders ecstasy,
that says to me:

You are still alive - live.
- mce