Mister Smith taught me:
Play with your words; let them sing -
Just don't let them go.
So I guess I won't.
Even when I don't know what
The melody is.
But I know the song,
Because he sang it to me
With his deepest breath.
Somehow, the notes meshed ...
Friday's orchestra of one
Heard by everything.
I dared sing along
Because he invited me
No punctuation
When I think of him,
I'm led to thoughts of others