A Startlement of Song

There is a song
Somewhere in me
Buried.
Or maybe just
unnoticed,
while I chase
the louder notes -
all brass and
brash,
a startlement of
little songs
and tinny
grandeur.
But there is a song
that plays
Deep
and Slow,
an exultation.
And I rise to it,
and move in it,
and I am drawn near to it,
nearer than breath
or Time.
And I rise
to its siren call,
and I am filled
past the borders
of my fear
and the edges
of my joy,
and I sing.
And I sing.