Calling Us Home

With only twelve notes

the music commands

Some white and some black

their harmony grand 

 

Scoring the melody

eternal and free

Whether Quincy or Frank,

Prince, Peggy, or me

 

Heaven the audience

 Angels out front

Truth for a drummer

Sandalphon conducts

 

All time in abeyance

the chorus in song

Both gates swinging open

—the silence is gone  

 

(The New Room: April, 2023) 

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