A SONNET TO SING
These lyrics are just half way to the song
That won’t be real until it’s rightly sung,
Intended for you only or a throng,
Emerging trippingly from off your tongue.
It’s but a thought that’s not yet realized
Until it manifests whole-heartedly,
Since only when intoned will it be prized
For both its concept and its melody.
Sheet music or a script is what you hold,
Amounting only to a latency
Still waiting to be realized and sold,
Fulfilling its potentiality.
So now, Dear Reader, make this sonnet sing,
And hear what joy or sorrow it may bring.