,Dear singers You have

,Dear singers

You have a way about you, that shrinks us to pebbles 

In our ears echo your sounds

sounds we could never produce

our shrunken selves despair

Not a matter of training, not a matter of passion

we simply cannot do 

what you so effortlessly do

You have a way about you, that enlarges us to towers

In our ears echo your sounds 

sounds so soothing and therapeutic 

we rise above all structures

Not an acquired taste, almost objective

you simply sound pleasant 

and can manipulate the mood of anyone

Sarah