We walk into the unexpected
cathedral
The ceiling towers over us,
Appearing to disappear into inky
depths.
Our footsteps echo dully into the
endless space.
With sudden inspiration,
I snap my fingers:
SNAP!
snap!
snap
snap
snap
snap
A shiver runs down my spine.
We get into a mixed arrangement
And begin.
We sing the fortissimo opening
chord…
It’s perfectly in tune.
The director cuts us off.
Our sound does not hang in the
air,
It rings throughout the church.
The sound peals forth from the
stone walls,
It is almost as if the multitude
Of stained glass images are
Holding the harmonies for us…
An eternity later the reverb dies
out.
A single, shining tear
Crawls down my cheek.
