Voice low

Words flow

Emotions grow.

Fleeting, flying, flashing

A song is everlasting.

Every note a tiny fire

Dancing on a wire.

Soul engraved in stone

This soldier goes unknown.

Voice with a lion's power

Yet fragile as a flower.

The gift envied by richest kings,

The breath endowed to bless all things

Was the voice

And the ability

To sing.