
Sing with me—
Oh, how I love it when you sing with me.
I took the stage, shaking, unsure,
but then I heard your voice with mine
and every fear dissolved.
Please—sing with me.
Oh, dear!
Don’t want to sing? Then dance.
Afraid to dance? Clap your hands.
Can’t keep the rhythm?
Just lift them high—
anything to let me know you feel it too,
that I’m not alone,
caught in the eternal rapture of the groove.
Darling, I’ll take anything—
even a foot stomp—
but if you can,
oh sweet darling, sing with me,
for nothing brings me greater joy
than when you sing with me.
My dear, can’t you see?
I’m up here for you and me.
So don’t be afraid—
belt each note beside me.
I don’t care if you’re on key
or in an octave all your own—
I just want to hear you singing with me.
About the Creator
Anne R.
Life is a fable.
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