Poetic Melody

Every heart has a poetic melody doesn't every voice want some form of parity? Like that alert; spring blackbird, flying back and forth perched in boughs both low and high in treetops and gorse flying unheard to nurture her own cherished world. Aren't we full of song, aren't we too keeping them hushed? Waiting, just the right moment in the morn, abrupt to sing our hearts out rhythmically, pure and loud. Isn't every breast full to bursting out in song? All night long, all year long, all live lifelong.