A Song in Need of a Name

An echo of a song tickled my ears today

A fleeting song, a growing song, a song that turned to flame

A song that tugged and pulled and swept me away

A haunting song, a siren song, a song in need of a name

I heard the gentle-fingered tinkling of ivory keys

A refrain of beauty inspired by otherworldy inner purity

A vision of unscalable perfection soaring above the seas

Like a blue-eyed Venus or a golden-haired Aphrodite

I was aroused by the penetrating lure of a saxophone

A sensuous aural ripple that soon became reckless

A tidal wave of bodiy warmth; hot passion in every tone

Notes of blue-flamed intensity, searing my consciousness

The song came alive with a heart-stopping backbeat

Drumming to life an acrobatic dancer in my mind's eye

An erupting, pounding, animated, choreographic athlete

Lithe as a cheetah, ferocious as a tiger, able to fly

Then arrogant trombones blared their haughty disdain

Launching a volley steeped in boldness and bitchiness

Like a hateful slap, an icy stare, a wish for pain

Ripping my ears with toughness shrouding tenderness

But the tune remembered itself and quickly changed scenes

Back to a concerto of joy,  a celebration of life's glee

The clicking of castinets and the jangling of tambourines

Resurrecting meaning, with simple sounds of frolic and gaiety

From these sounds of joy emerged a greater sense

Of the resonant hum of a violin, of unbounded love

A big-hearted embrace of the world and its goodness

A forgiving sound, a caring sound, a coo of a dove

The song started to wane as a pennywhistle did trill

Playful, skipping chords that evoked the child in me

Wonderous and curious, revealing life's hidden thrill

Untainted and clean; the way I always wanted to be

Thoughtful, questioning sounds plucked from guitar strings

A mood of introspection, a song finally discovering itself

A worldly choice to be simple; bliss that only naivete brings

Fate and destiny beckoned; yet restraint conquered self

And then the song ended in the last breath of a flute

A final mournful measure born on the wings of a butterfly

Neither here nor there, but always a-flutter

Enigmatic and confused, it flitted away forever

The song was gone, yet it had moved me like none other

It soared and plummeted, it was an irreplaceable melody

A priceless, mesmerizing composition of elegance and power

This echo of a song begged a name, so I named it "Audrey"