she lays her hands down upon keys
long forgotten chords come to life
oh she comes to life, to my life
and yours
she brings me back to that life
i see my self
in a tiny room
in the far corners of a church in st catharines
listen
wait for the phone to ring
hear the desperate lonely voices call out to me
lean on me for comfort
listen
i have the local fm radio station on
i hear the voice of an angel
singing down to you
down to me
i am totally captivated by her
and when the song is done
i call terry williams and ask
who is she
after that
i hang up the phone
overwhelmed
and again she comes to me
there in that tiny space
into all the spaces of emptiness
her voice fills me
i am no longer alone
ever again
later that year
i become pregnant
a jezebel
living in isolation
she comes to me again
that voice
comes to me in shades of little green
reminding me once again
she's sad
she's sorry
she's not
she's not ashamed
little green
happy to the end
on the stage in front of me
in the distance i see
visions
long fingers
she lays her hands down
upon the keys
when did you hear her first
when did her voice touch your heart
and soothe the loneliness inside of you
what pain did she take away from you
she does not sing this time
instead the notes soar up into the air
into the spaces
once again filling lonely spaces
inside each and every one of us
we cry together
we are touched by her
full of grace
--
And this loving is a drawing close,
a tuning in, an opening.
Until one perfect moment;
but how can it be expressed?
A receiving, an enfolding
as I cradle you in my arms.
Within my heart, within my soul,
You are my true love.
--Lui Collins
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