The Duet

Oh, when I sing,
‘Tis always full from the heart ~
Painted notes I will bring...
From my self do I part

When once in a while,
A passage reaches my soul,
I need not reconcile...
It makes me quite whole

But Ah, when the sound
Matches that of another
And I glance around
Meeting eyes with her,

Sweet vibration will mingle;
Harmony meant to be,
Kindred spirits now single,
Her voice completes me.

Kira Braun