I can not sing

I can not sing

To sing is to be a flute,
your body being the wind
and flowing with it be your throat

Or to be a violin,
your chords strung up,
giving way to the bow of your mind

I lend a sincere ear to a song
For it is as vital
to let the notes play inside you
just as they came out of the chords

With my ears, I sing
I sing inwards