Every note perfectly formed, a unique pearl
with beauty enough to reflect life holistically,
every note a small part of the hologram that
portrays this whole when laser-light of our
consciousness shines upon them, every phrase,
every peak in Ave Maria becomes feeling that
expresses longing, reverence, a dream of help
from spiritual dimensions, a silent meditation
composing my mind, calming my heart, filling
the moment with delight; my soul soars and
returns to the hologram, merging individual
feeling with a kaleidoscope of multifaceted
emotion containing everything that has been,
with enough space for an infinite range that
keeps growing, spiralling eternally
[When Maria Callas sings, I see her as a potter
carefully forming every notes– deftly changing
her mouth, using her breath, to create rounded
notes that sometimes stretch into a longer
line, waxing and waning perfectly…]
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