Ah, how I miss listening to choirs at school. So glad I get to go back one more year...
choir in st. gregory’s
how does harmonic fabric weave?
what wheel spins the polyphonic threads
that gild this cloth of sound?
rhythmic shuttle humming -
sacred yarn fills
the hollow of my mouth,
weaves upon a choral loom -
a florid tapestry
draped across cathedral walls,
cascading down the vibrant glass -
voix celeste sews its needle through my flesh
and i am hemmed by euphony,
echoed in suspension of time -
music
swaddles the ear
of my soul.
even though there are a few words here I don't know, I know what you're describing. I know how you feel. I know exactly what that's like. :)
ReplyDeleteLove it...beautiful poem!