The lightened drip of single voices
droplets fall to meet the stone,
sing with resonating choices
a pebble, repeats its tenor tone
in mellow, normal phrases.
And gathering then, another sound,
cacophony of voices mold
as chords and dissonance abound,
a single roaring river’s hold
on ebb and flow in places.
In counterpoint, with rise and fall,
the song meanders as it seeks
annointed clamors ring and spall
a rush ascending to its peaks
with nothing heard in spaces.