Star Song (Poetry)

There are days when I do not feel mortal —
the spirit in me sings
a tune I have not learned
in this short life.

Words I have no voice for
rise and bubble through
blending energy I draw from somewhere else —
I have a direct line — a link through centuries
of drifting dust —
the glitter of long silences —
the great dumb yawns of space.

Sounds save themselves — build into song
transported — bounced light-fast
along neural pathways —
find a soul that’s old enough
to hear the pattern and unpick
the message — the true lyric known
by heart.