You need the quiet of an afternoon
to listen to the music sung inside,
the sound of your voice
singing softly.

Start with a simple melody of life.
Harmonize with a cascade of laughter.
Let loose the rhythm you have buried
measured to the beating of your heart,

suppressed to offer pounding tympani
of children marching forward
with a vision clear only to them,
even if it is of a mirage.

Enough of them and their booming bass.
Now is time for your song.
Sing it for me tranquillo,
sing it for me dolce.

You need to find the sound
that I love to hear.
Tonight is simply singing.
Tomorrow is seduction with a song.