The Voice It Started To Sing Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

The Voice Started To Sing

In every song, the voice, the lungs,
a bird inside,

In every matings,
a far away girl wowed in open Space,
the heart revealing an opened letter,

A confession,
just asked God and the freedom of the sky,
and a nest to roosts and a home,

A body is my music,
your hands made cry,
Most symphonies ends with the fallingbaton,
the waves of forming and rushing of hands,

The skydome and the orchestra of life,
Because it started to sing,