The Song of the Heart

 

         There is a voice inside the body

         There is a voice and a music,

         A throbbing  four-chambered pear

         That wants to be heard, that sits

         Alone by the river, with its mandolin

         And its torn coat, and sings

         For whomever will listen

         A song no one wants to hear.

 

         But sometimes, lost,

         On the way to somewhere significant,

         A man in a long coat, carrying

         A briefcase, wanders into the forest.

         He hears the voice and the mandolin,

         He sees the thrush and the dandelion,

         And he feels the mist rise over the river,

 

         And his life is never the same.

         For this having been lost -

         For having strayed from the path of his routine,

         For no good reason..”

 

 “ A man lost by a river”  in Days We Would Rather know,  by Michael Blumenthal