I sang
learned the notes and rhythms
not because I was unsure,
but to know when to bring you in
You sang
a melody so clean and pure,
ringing throughout the house
guided by one frail hand
We sang together
boy and viola
our own private worship
praising the soul who created music
and people to play it
The hymn changed key
and in all the emotion
wood connected with flesh
and I could feel the sound
and could see the vibrations
and could hear the Heavens
no longer boy and viola
we had become one instrument
something that transcended bones and strings
something much more divine
learned the notes and rhythms
not because I was unsure,
but to know when to bring you in
You sang
a melody so clean and pure,
ringing throughout the house
guided by one frail hand
We sang together
boy and viola
our own private worship
praising the soul who created music
and people to play it
The hymn changed key
and in all the emotion
wood connected with flesh
and I could feel the sound
and could see the vibrations
and could hear the Heavens
no longer boy and viola
we had become one instrument
something that transcended bones and strings
something much more divine
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