I know I still have a voice

I know I still have a voice
though mostly now my thoughts
drain her,
drain the luscious bath of her,
the lavendar and lemon scented water of her,
the warm cleansing peace of her.
I know I still have a voice
when music comes on the wind
and I begin to sing,
when thoughts stop for one stanza
and melody emerges.
I know I still have her. This voice
will rise again out of the torment
out of the damp basement mind
where she lies chained.
Rise, sweet bird,
rise and sing again!!!!!!