The New Singer (inspired by Allegra Durante)

Old songs are on your lips and in your eyes,
But hearing them I think of cloudlet skies
O’er May-time hills, where all is fresh and bright
With softest showers and sweetness-giving light.
A flight of singing birds was ne’er so fair
As your flung spirit soaring through the air.
Precisely do your gestures underline
That you are now the song in every part,
Bestowing it with owning pulse of “Mine.”
You sing it with your highest logic’s heart
And give such joy with every measured breath
I cannot think it old; it has no death,
But lives fore’er the life its writer gave,
In his new singer making music brave.

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2 Responses to The New Singer (inspired by Allegra Durante)

  1. Robert Tracy says:

    Hope to hear you sing your verse, Brian.

  2. Brian Faulkner says:

    You will, Bob.

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