Song of Being

The clear song poured forth

because it had to,

making no attempt

to fill the proffered goals

of artistry and excellence,

oblivious of any frames of critics.

It overflowed all their lines;

they were amazed

and put forth praise

and tried to hold it up

as the new standard.

But it kept coursing forth,

forever free,

forever unimpressed

by what the pundits said.

Clear song of being —

creating its own perfection

in every melody,

in every chord.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 10, 2013