On account to that first note I heard this morning
Tried to write down tones as words,
On account to those notes I heard this evening
Above the dry winter,
Above the survived green pine leaves,
Under the blue sky which took me away, dreaming
Melodies came like a messenger with good news
Tried to write down tones as words,
It's the messages from the very melodies
that keeps me awake and breathe
Messages of grace, hope, and peace
that knock on my door every morning
I chant gratitude with words,
I chant melodies with words,
on the front page of a new chapter
There,
Chirping birds and singing crickets sound a story
of today, yesterday, or tomorrow and after
As if one day come that of my death,
There are dreams to complete my tomb.
........................................................BCN, Jan2011
