The Microphone

Finally a song in my heart.
Reverberations set good and bad apart
Listening with ear to ear grin
The vertical movement of your chin

A music to my ears and  soul
Keeping me young as i grow old
A mere chuckle, a laughing joy
brings happiness for this boy.

All the angels born in heaven
Gathered in their fantasy garden
Together singing carefully in chorus
Would never imagine the beauty in your voice.

                               Sylier.     .    .   .  . ....98