how i would sing longing – #2

i would sing
its myriad moods
a choppy conglomerate
neither soft nor raucous
measured nor clipped
with open mouth and searching eyes
above a rolling continuo
of ocean surf

its full-throated harmonies a dance,
beat, bursts of symphonic grandeur
and quiet string trios, a gentle burbling brook
and sun seeping into cool rock
most reverent hush of whispered prayer

a crescendo speeding up
a flight of notes,
not quite a trill
yet building, rising
to a sudden stop –
a     long        drawn     out       silence ….

a grateful exhale.


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