• Sing back my soul to me,
    I’d like to hear it just one time,
    I want to hear its melody,
    I want to know what it sounds like.

    Sing to me my anger,
    Through notes of grim procession,
    Make it whisper with rage,
    Make it scream with percussion.

    Sing to me my sorrow,
    In A-Minor, on a violin.
    I want to re-evaluate my years,
    Revisit and examine every tear.
    Make the notes cry,
    Recreate my grief,
    With notes so sort and sweet and delicate,
    That a false strike of the bow
    Could destroy it all,
    Could break me.

    Sing to me my happiness,
    With joyous chords.
    Play it for me with flutes and piccolos,
    I can’t remember what it sounds like…

    Sing to me my confusion,
    Bang the ivory keys,
    Play me a cacophony,
    A piece with no harmony,
    A true tale of discord.

    Sing to me my passion,
    Make the strings tremble.
    Play with such feeling
    That the fret board shatters.
    Make me feel what I felt,
    Make those notes convince me again,
    That anything is possible.

    Sing to me my peace,
    In a gentle lullaby,
    A slow, quiet song,
    To remind me.

    Sing to me my fear,
    So I can feel it in the notes,
    So that I cower when I listen,
    When I hear its unnatural tones.

    Sing to me my hope,
    With tinkling bells,
    A precious, tiny sound.
    Give me something to believe in,
    And let me hear what I stopped believing in
    Long ago…

    Sing back my soul to me, conductor,
    Pour its fragments into your instruments,
    Make the broken pieces come together
    In a beautiful symphony,
    Like only you can.
    And I will listen.
    And I will remember.
    You could save me,
    Record me and keep me safe so I can never be lost again.

    I will listen,
    If you would only…
    If you could only…
    Sing…