Everything carries a song; not everything sings it.
The universe sings; all our attempts are merely efforts to sing along.
Some sing themselves; others sing us all.
A song sings because it has a bird.
We sing sweet dreams at weddings and fond memories at funerals.
Our favorite songs tell us what we want to hear.
Melody colors words.
Songs rise out of sentience; they descends into sentiment.
We are birthed with a cry, we are laid to rest with a song.
A song comes from a heart.