I could hear her
before she became visible.
The song she was singing
stretched her voice out before her
so that it was the first thing
about her that I became aware of.
Notes of song rang out into
the cool air and, from where I was,
I could see them dancing with her breath,
as if celebrating being free.
A dog barked and she came into view,
her face bathed in the sun.
The dog walked in front of her
and would look back at her
as she sang, the notes pure and whole.
I was struck by how happy she looked,
as if the light of the sun that shone so brightly
was mirrored from within her.
Her song was part of the light
that she gave to the world.
I stood there watching her as she sang.
It seemed to be a private moment,
a woman with her dog and her voice
singing out in front of her.
I had never heard opera sung so beautifully.
In that moment, I closed my eyes for a second
and let her voice take me
on a journey that was filled with
such emotiosn that I could only
let them flow through me.
In her song, there was a torment of the spirit
but I could hear a hope
that shone as brightly as the sun upon my face.
As I stood there, I reflected
that this was what we were all going through,
trying to find the joy in the darkness.
I opened my eyes to see
that she had stopped walking.
She faced me, this woman with
a song for the heavens.
In that moment, I knew
that she was singing for me.
She stood across the street,
tears sliding from her eyes
yet a brightness on her face
as she sang. She saw me looking
and she bowed her head.
I understood then that this song,
her voice, it was my gift
because I was the only person
who could hear her song.
When she walked onward,
her dog walking joyfully ahead of her
despite the sadness that was contained
in her voice, she left something with me.
Inside of me,
there was a small seed of light.
If I closed my eyes,
I could hear her song within me.
It filled me with a sadness that had no name
and a joy that shone as brightly
as a flame in the dark.