Finale

‘I can’t sing’ he said, quietly humming.
‘Don’t worry’ she sang.
‘Neither can I.’

They arrived at some kind of harmony as soon they tried.

They were enchanted, ensung,

enthralled to the music soaring, undone.

Lovers singing the song of each other

make patterns, staves, notes in the dark.

It can’t be wiped out once it’s written.

© A.Chakir 2023