Poem | Suzanne
Notice how Suzanne is a name you sing?
Hear the echo in the zanne:
How it vibrates where the tongue touches the palate
and in the larynx, the voice box?
Appropriate isn't it
For a singer to be named Suzanne:
To encapsulate the sound of your name.
To spend your life finding the tone,
The song, the rhythm, the melodies
The rifts in things and sharing them.
Ahh, to be named Suzanne.
To spend your life in the sound,
The zone, the zanne of Suzanne;
The tone, the rhythm, the melodies
The song and the rifts.
To find your lifeline in the sound in things
till all of you sings.
And we hear a song
in the water washing over Suzanne,
A tribute to Suzanne Couch by Ann-Margaret