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

lightly forward.

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.