carebear

The Soprano floats above an audience that doesn't know whether to gasp or exhale. The tears in women's eyes the Soprano sees. The Soprano see the tears and wishes she could cry too. The Soprano doesn't think these beautiful notes are her creation. The Soprano wishes she could climb onto her notes and fly up to meet their Creator. The Soprano finishes her song and walks away from the lights, the applause, and wants to sing the song over again by herself.

Oh, the beauty of a sound,
the heartache of a note,
the heighth and breadth of a portamento;
they speed my heart along.

Oh God, thank you for a gift,
Just let this Soprano sing,
sing,
sing.
Soaring through the stratosphere is so natural.

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go cubs!