Aria's Awe

Aria's Awe

Diva drifts across the stage,
Cloud carrying the waxing storm
Still silhouettes taste it's rage.

Tension tingles cold then warm.
Moment’s meditation; she channels
Verdi’s vision through her form.

Majestic, masterful the notes swell.
Echoes embrace, sedate resistance.
All absorbed, ordered, reverential.

Sights, sounds merge, fragile ambiance.
Heaven holds no equal joy or solemnity,
Shining syllables mock cosmic radiance.

Aria awes with strength, fragility.
Quiet! Quick hands offer appreciation.
Illusion? Illumination? Hymn to humanity?

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