Renaissance with Rain

Renaissance

After so many failures, it found me,

That nascent joy I always had back when

I woke up smiling with delight to be,

I suddenly found I was singing again.

I wanted for it as a flower in spring

Longs for the sun to open up its bloom.

Strangely, it was raining when I began to sing

Again, and I cried singing in my room.

While in the shower, crying, under the water,

I heard the greater shower outside, a patter,

Mingling with my singing, echoing

Each other, as my singing echoed other

Songs, sung when younger, strangely startling,

Hearing this music, of which I was the author;

But something greater moved me then to sing,

Crying in the shower as it rained outside,

As though a world of winter turned to spring,

My little music echoing deeper inside

Swelled my voice in full flower after years

Of silence, filling my song while welling tears.

                                                                            

                                                                             KLK

                                                                             2/13/05