May 6, 2013 § 15 Comments

She hears the sound coming

from the musicians.

fresh, crystalline.


Out of the music a voice

rose as pure as the water

of the mountain streams.


It felt like a beam of light pierced the night

and a fragrance she could breathe

and a part of her own soul.


It flooded her body

making it vibrate

on every note.


She ascended then bent,

begged, lamented,

died, rose again.


Filled with unbearable joy

broken with unbearable pain

torn and made whole, together.


She became the Voice.


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