NaPoWriMo: Ecstacy in Harmony

[k_crow]

It starts low, a choked sob, moan of a sound.
Sustained, traded gently from one to another.
Eyes closed, music washes over my ears.
A trembling starts, vibrates along my skin, in sympathy with the building tones.
Escalation, exhalation, building higher and higher,
Words form, slipt seconds after they are sung,
Comprehension lagging behind drowning in the sensation.
Sorrow, tragedy, love that ennobles and redeems horror,
Story subverted in service of sound.
Tickling along the lid of my left eye, tears?
Truly, shed in awe of beauty.
Moved beyond words, beyond thought, into pure feeling.
Art exists, the Muses are here,
and They *sing*.