expanse

our voices

fill the expanse

sonic storytelling

with words that dance

the one with the wand

leads the four at the fore

as poignant contrapuntal

and firmament on which we build

oh weaver with the wand

casting spells for the forty six

who weave worlds with

threads of story’s tapestry

bows, strings, reeds, pipes, bells, and sticks

with varied paces, slows and quicks

each nuance spun and shuttled through

precise warp and woof of air

ecclesiastic incantations

summoned from the maestro’s will

by artful reading, care, and prayer

upon the sacred story’s quill

one hundred twenty strong

the mighty humble throng

intone each scene soft and loud

to tease the meaning to the crowd

en masse the one, four, score, and throng

impart each scene of glorious song

each voice individual

deftly follows quell and swell

from many realms of time and space

we come together to this place

in unison we play and sing as one

each devotee adds to the sum

we summon forth words who weep

draw each emotion from the deep

within the broth of song we steep

into the massive ocean keep

each voice who sings

and in each heart in which it rings

is blessed by the mercy of the piece

and hope may grant them peace

our voices

fill the expanse

sonic storytelling

with words that dance

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About Brad Werner

Technical Evangelist
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