Lucy’s Voice

Lucy’s voice lifts me;

Soaring above the staves, above the semibreves.

We dance

Over glistening melismas,

As blue melodies pulsate beneath our feet.

Lucy’s voice,

gifting me these chromatic blessings

A priestess, distributing the symphonic Eucharist.

O lilting Prometheus, you

Have stolen the music of gods

And gifted the melody to lowly man.

And the twelve tones are yours, my love.

Yours to mould and to caress;

As you leap from one octave to the next,

In dazzling musical bathos.

And I watch

As music becomes itself in you;

Bound by the spell of Lucy’s voice.


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