The Art of Singing

I began to sing aloud and put my whole throat in it. Standing straight and tall— thought everyone would listen and beckon those they knew. Scant regard was my reward. Thus I gathered friends, and as a choir we sang. Sweet and high angelic anthems filled the air and echoed sweetly, yet fell upon deaf ears. Again, we raised a chorus, lilting tones transcendent, but their common tasks continued. So as one we shut firmly up— took flight on silver wings and vanished in the clear blue sky.