Ah, there is music!
To open one’s mouth
In praise of… anything…
To utter the sounds
That describe one’s soul
When words fail.
That is God’s gift to us.
To open one’s mouth
In keening sorrow
To utter the bleak places
To sing the screaming in us
When screaming will not do
That is God’s gift.
The descent into hell began
When I forgot what music was.
Rachel Rising 