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.