Music In Essence Poem by Irene Michele Zarr

Soaring sounds in symmetry
speak to souls in silent sanctuary.
Songs and sighs send shivers
down the spines of saved and sinner,
sitting, staring in surprise
at singers standing on the steps.
Singles, spinsters, shams and sheep
shun the saints and saviors.
Chivalry
is show,
showing stories sad and sole.
Souls send sighs
to the nights,
sometimes slightly
sated.
Softly swooping sopranos
slide superbly skyward since
the basses boom,
the tenors trill,
and the altos slither sharp
it’s solely high support.
Slow down…
Sublime.
Say, so sweetly sung
and spun like spider's silk,
can you save me from my solitude?

“Speak no sorrow, ” singing says
as sense slips up.
Exquisite sensations scrape the skin,
slice the skeleton in seven,
split the sound of the six sweet singers.
Solo, sotto voce, stroking each speck of
silence and sound similarly,
so experience the splendor.
The splendor of each solitary note.
Not the solitary person.
The solitary note suits the singers
standing, surrounding her,
and the choir sings again.

(November 11,2008. Auburn Hills.)