heaven’s choir

i stumbled into the heavy piano's thick wound chords of  bass, 

alto soprano heights and the female choir's moving rhythm rhapsody

my ear was pulled by the host of female larynx' crescendo, 

my eye by the lithe forms swaying, undulating mesmerizing

wonderful magical phenomenon, fleshly human tissue, 

vocal chords, through which air streams by human will's diaphragm

producing sound, melodious pitches rise/fall, fall/rise

i am fallen yet raised, swept away by an enrapturing tide

a ride of currents joyous, mightily flows this musical river

i am this captivated spectator witness stumbled in 

from the outside streets, piled with snow's reflection of harsh street lights

i am willing witness of this marvelously crafted merge 

of african american music/voice, voice/music blend

induces in me an intellectual music libido of purist form;

a mental explosion of human joy comprised of

ninety nine percent anticipation for the expectant coming 

of the next measure of notes' blends; 

a sustained culmination to pitched climax

the black babes' maiden fair, divinely dressed

white robed, wide/slim bodies flowing in pleaded linen, undulating 

their facial frames radiant under stage lights' glowing glare, illuminating

darkest of chocolate brown spectrum to caramel creme's tones of skin

unison of voices, utterly precise synchronization of bass and drum

my unearthly stumble/fall from the outside world's  ghetto

into this housed treasure is such a rare gem of ear/mind/soul/eye stimulation

the black babes maiden fair, divinely dressed

neutralize gravity's power of hold to the floor

i am uplifted into heavenly heights with their voices softly sweet, 

my tattered soul, shattered frayed nerves like scratch on glass is lulled

with pleasured comfort, made to feel sweet like cotton candy pillows to my head 

soft support on my ear, softly touching my burned cheeks

then begins again, the slow ever slight rise, building momentum ever agonizingly 

gaining speed to strong crescendo, expectant coming rise 

of the next measures notes' blends sustained culmination peak 

to pitched climax of heaven's choir

the black babes maiden fair, divinely dressed

i have stumbled upon, come in from the harsh city, dark cold of night

into an other worldly dimension, heaven's portal sphere filtered through 

to lower earth's atmosphere, my euphoria; 

a lonely visitor welcomed here spiritually induced with a black gospel choir 

beautiful, just when i needed it most