I found my voice colliding with the notes you chose;

Up, over, around and through,

Searching, finding, satisfyingly rising;

All around in harmony and melody and song.

All through my days I sang along with you;

Dreaming of how it must feel

To put out a heart’s cry so smooth and plaintive,

And compelling your world to sing along.

We have a lot in common, you and I:

Growing up in all our parent’s pain,

Summers on the cape, escaping days and nights,

Wondering how, by living, we were always wrong.

Feeling outcast, standing on the outside,

Able to transcend when full-voiced, to rise.

Finally living on the inside when looking within myself.

Peace comes to the soul when you belong.