Voices

It was the crack of dawn, When I first heard her song, And it made me sit up in bed, No such beautiful vibrations Had ever before filled my head... I sensed it was a death throes lilt And was the last chance to be heard I shivered in rapture sonic And wished I could understand each word She was joined by others, Though lesser of skill, I strained my ears, Up until... Sad silence blanketed the earth And I knew there would be no more such song... Of such beauty there would be a dearth, Such a loss seemed so wrong The world would hence have less worth.