Francesca Martin Poetry

I heard that voice stark and clear
It vibrated through me-
gave me chills
I felt I stood there-
skeletal and alone
Though the words were not my own,
they sang my soul
I released a breath as to be sure
that I was still present, still whole
No one took notice, no one saw
how my face beemed ultraviolet rays
Listening to a stranger's song in a place I'd never been
The music restating my latest regret

Poet: Francesca Martin