music of the heart

there is a music I cannot
hear brushes quickly
past the mind as it slips
between dreams and dawn


they say if you learn
the song your soul
took breath to breathe
God will stop to hear


and so I press against
these walls of words
that hold me from
that silent singing


strain to catch some
fragment of a melody
and stitch it to
the lining of my heart


perhaps one note filled
with one instant of pure
desperate truth will touch
his ear and he will pause


to glance toward my window