| 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. |