Still, held my throat in suspension
Tears caressed my eyes but did not fall,
The pure sublime intoxication fed my eardrums
With bristles frozen on my neck reaching tall.
The belief that this singing voice was heaven sent so sweet
Flowed thru clouds, Welsh valleys and waves of the sea,
The tone as pure as to I only, with magic sent to greet
Charlotte Church all thirteen years young on stage an angel star to be,
Commands silence as God’s disciples may enter her vocal cords
The symphony and choir envelope the music pure glove on hand,
Soft and wonderful her rendition of the prayer of our Lord
The audience in awe, on their feet for this scene so grand’
Tears caressed by the voice of an angel.
The 1999 first DVD of Charlotte Church
The voice of an Angel which I only heard
yes its a beautiful poem Ken i would have loved to hear it recited.
Ken, I am happy to say that I did experience the original rendition in 1999 and will never forget it. I went out and bought the DVD and happily have it in my DVD collection. Thanks for the memories. Great poem, Great write. Great Writer. Your friend, Lynn.
‘Commands silence as God’s disciples may enter her vocal cords’ ~ Mellifluent vox is God’s gift…any amount of discipline will be not be at par to it… Here dulcet honeyed metaphors has added mellisonant calorie…excellent visual biblio… thanks for sharing Regards Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10
a hearfelt poem.it let me live your feelings that time...sorry for not visiting..iam just so busy these days.....regards
if reading this poem is a privilege, imagine what experience would it be to hear the voice...nicely written...which anyways is hall's hallmark...good one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful must have been amazing 10