Some sing silently, which is all right.
The point is just to sing, aloud or no.
Music dances on the edge of night,
Turning into grace one's weal or woe.
So sing, no matter in a minor key,
And make of grief a monument to love.
For loss would not be loss unwillingly,
Although the pain excruciating prove.
Take from life the only thing that lasts -
Its music, which remains within the heart.
Gather up your sweet and bitter pasts
And sing with passion, if with little art.
So may your days and nights be filled with song,
And music keep your love for living strong.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon