Filled

It fills the house,
  the sound floats,
   attacks, trills,
     clear and lusty.

Practice again
  the song of
    your heart,
      longing to burst.

It comes from
  somewhere deep,
    never ending,
      always growing.

Filling lungs, voice
  hands to bursting,
    you can't stop it,
      it has to come out.

Jazz and longing
  souls to soul,
   carrying out,
     on flight of air.