Unaccompanied young voices sang in sanguine harmony
Chords locked in colors, melody pure as heaven
The sun clouds wind trees moved beautifully, as one organism
Light through a skylight into a university concert hall
The world, the day grew perfect
Perfect in sound and substance
And gratefulness grew until there was no “I” left
There was only gratitude and being alive, unbounded
In the perfection of music and moment
Beauty, aching and transformed
This is my favourite kind of music. ‘Aching’ is the word. My favourite music always falls somewhere between heartbreak and healing. Beautiful poem to accompany it too. 🙂
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