This Joy

This joy be mine
a song within my heart
learning to sing its salutations
chases music from the chart.

A song unsung
is like a picture not painted.
Notes stuck on the staff
leaves the music tainted.

Just like I shout the joy
love's music must be sung.
Adds to the preciousness
as it comes rolling off the tongue.

Each note speaks a phrase
a tune of its own scale.
As I spread this joy of love
my heart doth really sail.

Del Cano 2005 Oct