Lyrical Lyre

The lyre, I consider thee

Elegant energy

Gentle sweet melody

Lilting free, part of me

Genuine spirit-sound

Green like the forest ground

Granting peace where it’s found

Silent tree when it’s downed

Dainty notes drawn from a string

Daring passerby to sing

Deftly dulling sharpened speech

Ascending instrumental reach

Every song elevates

Meaning, it orchestrates

Emphasis, effervates

Emptiness, as it takes

Effort to wake in us

Feelings, to make of us

Beings who only trust

In our emotions, just

Carefully consider how

The consequence of turning down

A catchy chorus makes a town

Turn from smiles all to frowns

Give no witness

but to song

And please, for Goddess’ sake

sing along

Author's Note

Poem by darf