Written after attending a choral concert.

Sailing the Edge ~ Philip Brent

Oh, let their voices fill me with their hope and love
The melancholy, joy, hushed, rich full expectation
Transported upon notes, sweets percussive chimes
Sailing over sweet strings, wave break, wind-full sail
Terra firma seen nowhere within our restless vision
Must trust the melody and bass beam underpinning
Unknown destination, in the hands of captain, crew
The surety of their skills, training for assigned tasks
Braving this stormy, stygian night, waves, deep water
Bringing us, finally, home to glorious, hopeful dawn