If, on a train, you should hear, down the carriage
a young girl singing to herself
her voice soft, high-pitched
innocent beauty emerging effortlessly from her being:
if you should hear that, would your heart creak open a little?
And if you allowed yourself to listen a little further
could you hear the singing beyond the carriage
could you hear all the other young girls
who in that moment are singing to themselves in happiness
more and more angelic voices
rippling out from the train, spreading further
encircling the globe, holding it in space:
if you could hear that
could your heart tolerate so much joy?