I SING

I have a confession…which to this poem I shall now bring… when I think that no one’s listening or watching…I have a tendency to sing. When I wake up, having a playlist which contains my favorite songs, I go into the room where I write my poems, turn it on, and sing along. In my car with the radio blasting…sometimes I fall into a trance I forget that people might might be watching…as I sing…and often I dance. When I’m in the shower…or, for that matter, in the rain under an umbrella… with no musical accompaniment…I sing acapella. I never had dreams to be a famous singer… with all the fame and fortune that would bring all I know is there are times…when I just have to sing. I know, for me, there is no better way for my day to start than with a song upon my lips and music in my heart. I use to wonder since this clandestine signing is my thing… if I sing because it makes me happy… or am I happy…and that is why I sing… Looking back over the years however this is the conclusion I have reached… It isn’t one or the other… it’s a little bit of each.