SNIPPET SOUNDS

The Mortal Ensemble

as the bow strikes, a string’s
everlasting tension
breaks
the building crescendo

while the individual notes of humanity
strain
to amplify a larger chord,
our echoes prevail

slowly, silently,
the opera unfolds:
our struggle for a sustained melody

and as the chorus recedes,
the pounding truth pulsates
our bodies mere instruments
for the great orchestra.

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