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