Songs Sing Songs to Songs for Songs

You missed this for a long time.
You sang, and you sang in groups,

And you danced or at least heard,
And you thought of this as you,

To do with you, done for you,
Or for your ghosts and your gods.

To this day, you find it strange
Or wrong, a break with that past,

Those songs that were good and true,
Sung in groups, to read and write

Lone poems with no voice, no bonds
To groups for whom songs are glue.

Poems were chants, meant to be sung,
Meant to be shared, shared by you!

No. Not so. For a long time now,
We’ve sung our songs to our selves,

Not yours, not just yours. Yours
Are more than half ours, are more

Words than cries in the first place.
Here we are, still, in the dark

Or made of light, and we sing,
Sound or not, with all your thoughts.