Songbird

Sing! Sing for life. Sing in the times when thoughts become worry. Sing then. Sing to feed hungry souls... and sing to fill the craving in your heart (masquerading perhaps, as a rumble in your stomach, or a longing in your wallet). Sing because you can... and it's not too late. Sing because they told you not to. Sing because they still might remember what it was they loved before it became too serious to love it anymore. Sing! Sing to forget, and sing to remember again. Sing loudly and off key. Sing until the vibration makes the hair on your body tingle with delight. Sing until your lips go numb, and your voice cracks, and you smile and laugh at the wonder of your heart in flight. Sing for freedom. Sing for peace. Sing for love. Sing the blues until you sound like tears and rain, and clouds heavy with fever. Sing in solidarity with all those whose cages are yet to be broken, and sing again to unlock the cages you've made with your own hands. Sing world! Sing because it is simple... because it is almost always harmless, and because it is often healing. Sing words that carry your intentions like spells on the breath of your life. Sing wordlessly... in languages of another tongue, to melodies that will never be written, about mysteries that will never be explained. Sing when you don't know what else to do. and sing when the drama is at hand. Sing because it does not matter, and sing because it's all that ever mattered. Sing because you too are part of the choir, and because you sound like the universe, when it sounds like you.

Acrylic on Canvas. 2015