singer | |||
(for Maisey who sang the song, and for Steve who wrote it) | |||
in the stage's half-dark silence, | The singer and the song | ||
her voice taking wing, | That's what we've become | ||
she invited the music to dance - | When you play and when we sing along | ||
voice, melody | They're the songs that give us life | ||
flowing, enfolding each other, | Don't we have the right to ask for one more song? | ||
soaring the octave | |||
they sauntered the scale | "The Singer and the Song" (written by Steve Schalchlin) | ||
from soft sigh to a snarling embrace | © 1997 See No Evil Music and Lil Shack 'O Tunes | ||
the notes, breathless frenzy | All rights reserved. Used by Permission. | ||
the notes, lingered touch | |||
drenched in the melody, | |||
cascading the keys | |||
the rhythm's taut rush | |||
holding sway in their harmony's faith | |||
and time ceased its hold | |||
and gave itself to the beat. | |||
Intertwined, their caress of | |||
the melody, breath, | |||
the singer, the song | |||
became one | |||
with us breathless, enthralled. | |||
her voice, urgent shove | |||
her voice, soft caress | |||
her voice, the scale of the heart | |||
She was the music, | |||
she sang us our life | |||
in the lights' tones of red and deep blue | |||
the warmth of skin touching, | |||
of eyes having found, | |||
of hands reaching one for another | |||
the beat of the song, our heart - | |||
she sang who we were | |||
we belonged, we were one, | |||
with this moment, | |||
the singer and song. | |||
© Jon Bohrn (1999) |
(left to right: Michele "Maisey" Mais, Amy Coleman, Bob Stillman). |
The above material contains references to The Last Session, a new musical. Book by Jim Brochu and music by Steve Schalchlin. "The Singer and the Song" (written by Steve Schalchlin) © 1997 See No Evil Music and Lil Shack 'O Tunes. All rights reserved. Used by Permission. |