La Canción Imposible

The light is music
in the throat of the lark
but your voice knows how
to be made
of the same darkness.

The wise nightingale
decomposes the shadow
and translates it into the
sonorous iris of his lament.

The visible spectrum
has seven colors.
The natural scale
has seven sounds.

You can braid them all
into different songs
so that your greatest pain
will remain unspoken.

Mastering the scale,
ruler of the iris,
you will silence in darkness
the impossible song
being black and mute
that your verse lacks,
to express the key
to its secret anguish.

An inaudible note
from another higher octave,
a color from the dark
ultraviolet legion.