The purposed melody curves
upward — a coo — from paving stones
through darkened doorway.
Here, a candlestick
It travels over tombs and tiles
harmonizing eyes in percussive time
slurring, sigh to sigh.
Humming a muted song
The grandiose melodic arch whirls
wide to lift heads as dreams and prayers
crescendo to a whisper.
Standing at the altar
Ancient orchestration in persistent theme,
pushing through prestissimo and marcato
that threatened the tune.
Holding high the light
a tilting of air 