XIV (Finale)

Ah, there is music!

I open my mouth

In praise of… everything…

I utter the sounds

That describe my soul

Where words fail.

This is my offering to God.

I open my mouth

In keening sorrow

And utter the bleak places

I sing the screaming in me

when screaming will not do

This is my offering.

The descent into hell is over

I remember what music is

And I am come home.