What is in a note?
Or notes strung together,
in their rising and falling,
their long chords,
their short staccato bursts.
What is in a voice?
The lilting softness, the clear
bell-bird ring,
the deep baritone.
What is it in these words,
in the poet’s speech
that mimics music?
What is it
that makes the heart jump,
the lungs inhale,
sends the flush of blood
to skin, to cheeks.
What is it?
If the heart is a loose balloon,
upon the airwaves,
then the mind is both its bonds
and its direction.
Its impetus,
in how it measures
and then imagines.
Falls short, spins tension.
How the mind then
is the visionary,
the heart’s conductor,
and the composer of its songs.
How we,
asking ourselves what things mean,
feel the poem being written,
wrestle to get it down.
Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
September 2022
Living Tree Poetry 
Oh my…how you make my heart beat faster with your inner/outer visionary words every time! I will read this poem many times, it so resonates with my own inner experiences with the outer world… Brenda
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Oh, I am glad to find resonance with you. Thanks for affirming that I am finding the right notes. Blessings my friend xx
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