for Michal Friedman
There is a song I heard once long ago:
Raucous and powerful; tender and brave.
The singer’s voice was like a silver hoe
Digging my soul up from a cold dark grave.
It was a song that made me want to sing.
It gave me strength to storm depression’s wall.
It said that hope and trust were everything.
It told me that true love could conquer all.
The words have, like all words, faded away;
But that tune still echoes inside of me
And everyone lucky enough to say:
“I heard that song live—it was ecstasy!”
Soothing and fierce; inspiring, bold and true:
That song—that brief, undying song—was you.
Copyright 2014 Matthew J Wells