tearing the fabric
of silence
our maestro comments
the b flat
of the ceiling fans
competing with our tone
he moves me
to the second tenors
away from my menehune
with the perfect pitch
I am lost
and can only hum...
a new sound no matter
carried by waves
of his creation
he blesses
the old ones resting place
with his connection
the water world
promise of the rainbow
the whaling
sound of creation
with chicken skin
the audience gets it
sounding a standing ovation
song for the whales
orchestrated
for a choir
a gift this man child
puts to music
as if he were blind
echoes
in his mind
colors sounding
of a rainbow
with drums as a heartbeat
our song speaks of creation
mighty mammal of the sea
connected now
with the mele of man
this song of creation
a blessing
for hallowed ground
the old ones
rest easy tonight
