At the centre of the polyphony 

Lies an invisible mesh

That holds us,

Makes our bodies weightless.

The piano keeps Earth’s pulse 

As the sky begins to ring 

And icicles on peaks

Melt in a slow flow, 

To wind through a valley of sound,

Whose base notes provide 

A spadeful of rich soil.

This friendship of creating

Continues to reverberate

In the pauses, the silences, 

The laughter,

Seamless tones slide like balm 

Warming us

To the point of evaporation,

And through the blending of our voices

We weave a pool of sunlight.

By Carolyn Asker (performance poet, children's writer, creativity coach & 1st soprano)

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