there once was a woman,

a strange kind of woman.

no words were ever spoken,

but her hands let out the notes

that longed to be heard.

they had been beaten down

too long and came out sounding so shrill.

my mama said they came out

crying as loudly as i had.

it was with both feet on the ground

that my woman,

that strange kind of woman,

got to wander. not right next

to me, farther away.

much farther. she’d skipped to

the next planet with her hands

making the most beautiful sounds.

she had honeyed her notes earlier

down here on our very own earth

and they gratefully let out their true sound.

the only sound i ever admired.