Singer

A warm Fourth of July night, the bedroom windows open, I am awakened by a voice from without. I rise and pull back the curtain. A woman, singing, walks the centerline of the street. I cannot discern her words, only listen as her voice comes closer. Then I see her plainly in the streetlight, her gait matching the melody, she sings mellifluously in a soft voice that carries off into the night, a haunting melody in a language I have never heard. She goes on by, she sways to her tune, down the street, still singing, then she is gone.