Found
they say
that Maria
Callas lost her
voice but one day
while out walking
i heard tonal
leaves of a
tree sing
ing with
a trill from
the wind and
then keeping beat
of a woodpecker
kept her in
and on
time
as i
admired
the sound of
a one of a kind
voice knowing that
the tree leaves
would leave
or be taken
by the
next or
very next
breeze to
follow as
they dried so
the sound would
in time take time to
also change
to be arranged
with a score never
more to be the same
but life is about
not lasting but
living and i
heard in
her voice the
punctuation of
a poet showing
her vocal chords
and words
while acting
the true part of
what it means to
be a
Diva
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