his trumpet

I heard it before I saw it.

A resounding rhythm,

that sang not to the ears

just straight through the soul.


A harmony so mesmerising

it themes all dreams.

Soft addictive lullabies

beating at one with the heart.


The more I hear

the more I desire

to become the subject

of the trumpet song.


©Cleopatra Chipo Kuuya 2004