new wings

often
these days
I'm caught
between
two voices
inside -

one yearning
for those exact words
of love,
an ancient chant
through eons,
etched
in twisted grooves
of a mind
leaping
into its safety net,

and another,
looking for new ways
of listening
and imagining,
beyond the unsaid,
between
the white noise
and dark silence,
and in the flick
of each string,

of a heart
opening itself
to a new world,
a new love,
a new song,
and new wings.