No Singers or Strings
by David Alves
Songs sometimes come
with no singers or strings.
The melody first, somewhat imperceptible,
grows, then fades, then pushes herself
Flirts, beckons, haunts, finally
demands to stay. We dance.
Harmony is jealous alone. She moves closer.
Arm in arm they stroll–
past my frenzied mind
–right into the song I thought was mine.