Prima Vox Sacred & Profane Love II — the experience

The scene was set. The harp was ready.
The Voxes were warmed up and awaiting the time for their entrance.

But first, the introduction by Ursula,
our returning Mistress of Ceremonies.
Again, she read so beautifully.

Then three nods, three smiles, three deep breaths...
and we began to sing.

Sara sang like a saint in ecstasy.
She's muse and avenging angel and boy soprano
all rolled into one beautiful being.

Ann droned and supported the low lines,
all the while looking like she'd just stepped out
of a Renaissance painting.

And I joined in on the high notes, completing the circle.
Sometimes, after a phrase or a song ended,
I could hear the harp ringing in sympathy
as the last tones kissed and crashed together
and flew through the space on their way to glory.

I don't remember details from the night, only that sound, that three-fold ONE sound only we Voxes make together. It feels eternal, but it doesn't last long enough.

It's magical.

Thanks to the Unitarian Universalist Fellowship of Mankato for inviting us to resurrect this music in support of their mission. Reliving it was our pleasure.