he began his song
in the bass notes
an easy reach for him
that he could feel
reverberating
in his chest
a contentment
akin to the purring
of monks
the comfort built
within
and the pitch
slightly
altered
he himself
felt lighter
the song progressed
the singing
altering
altering
he
lighter
clearer
perhaps
a little
transparent
and altered again
slightly
he is singing now
a little higher
a little clearer
his voice goes on
he rises
less
and more
his song
is reaching toward ephemeral
his substance
slipping away
as his pitch takes aim
at the stars
~
Poem #455 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
Frank Prem Poetry 
This makes me think of a lot of the plainsong of (especially) Tudor times, which i really love.
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I haven’t heard a lot of plainsong, Mick, but admire what I’ve heard very much. It’s a marvelous form, I think.
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I find it incredibly calming and atmospheric.
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Agreed Mick. It’s a powerful calming sound.
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Powerful!
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Thank you, and welcome.
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