So deep in my ears,
there is a song
always ringing and springing,
a song, that has never been sung
that's why
I'm always singing,
a song like an intimate
yet never spoken tongue,
like a feeling
so burning, so strong,
like the anima of emancipation, we long
that remains silent to let go
to prolong,
to remain,
forever young,
like a sigh in the profundity of your lungs,
like a tune in your heart
that has always
sprung unsung.
