“Song”

“Song” (Shakespearean Sonnet)

There are so many ways to share a song,
With voices, drums and brass, with strings or flute.
It can be soft and calm or loud and strong,
The joy of music is a grand pursuit.

But what about the song, if you are deaf?
The harmonies that you can never hear.
You read the music; see the treble clef
But melodies can’t fall upon your ear.

Is there a rule that says songs must be heard?
Can symphonies be seen at rainbow’s end?
Is soundless music really that absurd?
The perfect song is one that can transcend.

Perhaps all songs are music of the soul.
No matter how perceived, they make us whole.