to the tune of an ache

there’s an ache,
like a cavern void of sound,
gasping for a voice,
a reverberating silence,
thirsty to be heard,
longing to make a noise,
fluttering like flightless, voiceless bird.

expelled, wrung out, melted,
straining to turn a single note,
only mustering a deep groan,
less a song, more keyless croak.
yet sitting in the cavern’s echo,
the opening a tune long wrote.

resonant as the most potent melody,
this echo a beautiful tune.
the ache to share
what shakes within,
to rattle the world,
with moving rhythm.

the song within before shared,
starts with groan deeply rooted.
when the song that aches
seems muffled,
the rhythm that longs
seems muted,
the artist at work composing,
shaping, distilling, til suited.

concentrating a pressed oil,
the most potent tremble leaks,
for a signature sound,
out of silence speaks.
what’s left of tremble comes the treble,
weight of empty resounds,
moves wind through reeds and renders,
for its perfect scene a song.

there is an ache,
let it be.
a gasp, turned pregnant inhale,
reaching for primed melody.
set by a different tempo,
tuned to a different key.
the song within,
sourced and shaped,
in a word,
let there be...