By Kelly Keene

She’s the one that sings.
She feels too,
and her eyes are wide and glossy
as if all the joy inside her is
trying to push through them.

Maybe that’s why she sings.
Some people feel emotions strongly.
And she is one of them.
I’m not sure what the world would be like
if she didn’t sing.

Probably bad. 

She’s the one that sings.
She thinks a lot too,
and her thoughts are deep and heavy
as if all the care inside her is
weighted and dense.

Maybe that’s why she sings.
Some people think an awful lot.
And she is one of them.
I’m not sure what the world would be like
if she didn’t sing.

Most likely less good. 

She’s the one that sings.
She dreams too,
and her hopes are pure and happy
as if the world around her is
reflected in her wishes.

Maybe that’s why she sings.
Some people wish for others to love.
And she is one of them.
I’m not sure what the world would be like
if she didn’t sing.

Definitely worse.

She’s the one that sings.
She loves too,
and her love is honest and plenty
as if those around her are
as patient as she is.

Maybe that’s why she sings.
Some people love without condition.
And she is one of them.

Maybe that’s why she sings.
So others can feel, think, dream, and love
the way she does.

I do not care for a world without her song,
and I’m glad I do not know it.