I think that the human voice is by far the most beautiful instrument. I have been to several choral concerts and am in a choir myself, so I wrote a poem about when a choir sings.
Choir
Silence, hanging in the air
Silence, waiting and listening intently
Silence, thick, without a care
Silence, waiting to be broken intentionally.
Chord, a note upon the keys
Chord, a pianist’s note comes free
Chord, take the opportunity, seize
Chord, a breath from silent we.
Song, it breaks the silence clear
Song, so many voices sound
Song, so full it brings a tear
Song, it cuts the air around.
Silence, no longer waiting
Silence, many eyes are blinking
Silence, contemplating
Silence, full of quiet thinking.
Over, quiet footsteps tread
Over, the choir is gone
Over, the choir has now left
But never will their song.
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