The Choir Audition

Why does she know laying our music down raises musicality reality up? Does she also know why my lips prefer to sing in resonant Oh, Oooooooh... oozing round O's and singular Ah's free of mapping static lyrics Lines sung hung rung right or wrong, good marching when uniform, bad when too shy of improvising bold multiculturing unity Harmony musing amusing spontaneous drifts and rifts of EarthTribe's light bright woke-up out loud power focus Searching out deep whole-sum liturgies of octaved musicality we share when fine-tuned to listen for our not-so-silent breaths, anticipating life's next cooperatively felt and politically co-empowering story. Songs of sacred circling lines and whole systemic spaces clever linearly written, yet never speaking totally predicted sounds resonant transcendent anticipating in-between joy and silent nonviolent resilience. I wonder if she feels as I sometimes can do that muses nurture music as abusers remain narcissistically patriarchally capitalistically competitive, unsympathetic Lacking indigenous co-empathic wisdom, Yang universal Yintegral unitarian musical integrity Of Earth's sound tribes flowing songs and rhythms patterning natural narratives, curiously intimate Earth Day anthems Dancing spirited taoistic breaths bicamerally cooperative contemplating solidarity sung clarity Under a zillion twinkling zen core inkling starlit choral nights.