Life Sings

I arrive at the altar of your radio wave rainbows

Painted in bumping bass tones, rejoicing in rock-us harmonies

Unresolved, discordant dissonance - but only for a measure or two until you

Resolve me, affirm me, alter mood, attitude, and together fuse sweaty hearts;

Echo not just in maestro swings or strings, strum and drum

But in the rejoicing of human hallelujah hums,

Thread strung from om monks overseas, genealogies, and family trees

Quaking as inter-generational, transnational voices join to amazing (roof raising) saving grace;

Then there is that haunting familiar of everyday rejoicing:

Rubber-tire traffic screech on street, lifesaving sirens, and amplification of railroad vibration,

Cough drop chokes, gaping gasping jokes, and the slithering slime of business folks,

But we pay for and pray for the diamond of rare and elegant beauty of the in-between, silence.