Your voice rings out in the morning
Calling for a response I cannot give.
Three effusive notes are multiplied
Sounds vibrate, stretch and trill…
Who are you, calling my name
Out of reverie, urging me to listen?
Show yourself please let me
Put a face to this music you cry
Place the song that speaks to my soul.
Come to my garden and let me share
The daisies and the crown of thorns
The laurel and the rosemary.
Sweet notes wash softly my skin
Slip into my heart feather light
Close my eyes to certainty
Sweep away unanswered harmony.
Three notes close by but elusive
Welcome a golden day…
Sunlight carves a fence on the wall
And the notes
fly
away.
unbuttoned or undone 
The rhythm of threes, yes… the distinct shape of a song. Oh to share your garden with singer, listener, and song… xxx
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Visualizing now! 🙂
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Lovely……..
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Thank you Suz.
It’s not enough to hear the song though;
I want to see it sung, feel the notes trickle in my heart….
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I love the sentiment behind, “come to my garden.” There’s something wonderful in that.
Hey, you haven’t mentioned your dog for a while. Is he coping, is he happy?
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Thank you my friend. Yes, an invitation to stay, enjoy, share… a medieval metaphor, sort of.
Yes, the dog is well looking good and happy. He knows I am the numpty he needs to protect… otherwise, who will feed him, hmm?
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Music, Mystery, Magic.
Three sweet notes.
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mmm.
I wish it were my name humming somewhere.
Thank you.
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Glad to know you have finally heard my cry. I can now show my face fully.
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Aww Noel… Had I known you were there, I would have called you and we would have shared the coffee and some conversation!
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Coffee and some conversation would have been great. I think you were unable to identify the voice as belonging to me
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Messed up… 😦
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Who wouldn’t want to come to your garden, the way you describe it?
I heard a meadowlark on my walk this morning.
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Oh you’d be surprised! Or maybe not.
The grass is greener in other yards and the flowers lovelier.
A meadowlark! What a treat! I can’t remember when I heard one…
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Hello Emm, Yes, it’s really me ! I haven’t been lost…, just terribly busy – more than I want to be. Really liked what you wrote. There’s a sweetness about it that reaches out. If you’re looking for a singer, it really couldn’t be me. I make a frog sound like Pavarotti !!! 🙂
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Dang!:-)
Glad to see you here with a smile my friend. 🙂
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It’s always a good day that starts like that 🙂 This year I have squirrels, rabbits, and lots of birds. Apparently the squirrels are in charge of directing the symphony as they are always rearranging the chair positions for the birds and rabbits.
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I can picture the scene….
We don’t have squirrels here anymore. Hard to imagine, hey?
Rabbits and wild pigs in the hills, lots of unknown, unseen birds passing through.
And you are right, it’s always a good day that starts like that. Hugs.
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Who was it? Maybe the chanticleer…, or not. 🙂
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I don’t know who or what it was Paul! But it was earnest and insistent. he/she was small. I could sort of tell what direction it came from but could not see him. My friend Mak (see below) says it was him, but I’m not buying it. 😉
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