I. Corpus Musicorum

To sing with friends
brings joy to those who hear us
But shoulder to shoulder
we who give voice have
earned the greater gift
To stand inside
a living body of music
connected by
sublime resonance

II. The Thrum

Chords reach in to finger
my waiting bones
sometimes as undulating touch
threads of fog with no barriers
gently casual hands on shoulders
or arms outstretched
announcing their intentions
patient for response

Other notes roar by
on mighty gilt chariots
hordes of them racing
powerful as lama horns
straight to the echo rooms
of my open heart
until their wake
folds me into beauty

Audio: Read by the author.