She Sings in Multitudes

She wakes up singing
a melody so beautiful and perfect
it echoes beyond the walls
You can hear her voice
on Sunday mornings
mingling with the pealing
of the church bells
and you would wonder
if God is calling to you
I have listened to her
so many mornings
and bathed in the beauty
of her voice
Even during the harsh
rains her voice endures
through the steady
rhythm of pattering water
When I see her walking
through town I do not
speak I merely listen
If my eyes were ever
to be caught in her glance
I would die and I could
not stand being denied
such a sound that has
given me life

Disconnect

She's alone by herself in a bed
That had once been their bed.
I know this only because
She says so.
She posted a picture of herself
With the covers up to her nose
Alone with her cat.
At this late hour
It would be easy for me
To judge character.
I am no one to judge
Anyone at half-past
Midnight. Alone
In my room with only
These words, some music
And a drink
To keep the night at bay.