In darkness, her voice is light.
Light breeze sweeping me off my feet
Feet sliding to a rhythm, burning slow
Slow dancing in the pale shadow of a tear.
A tear, tearing my heart apart
A note, high pitched and adhesive to my soul
Soul music that makes her whole
And gives her temporary joy
She steps forward to reach the happiness she longs to have.
Then, in an instant, someone’s unkind word sends her
Spiralling back to a world of self- doubt.
A world only she knows too well.
She makes music, all she has is her voice.
A voice that breaks the heart,
Music that fixes the soul
None has seen her
Maybe it’s stage fright, maybe not.
I wonder what is hidden behind the voice
I want to know what her eyes look like
Only because I can relate to her
She is a mystery, a familiar one.
PS: I was inspired to write this after listening to Sia’s music for the first time.