The Pendulum
They talk and laugh.
Soon they will sing.
A cappella
music without instruments
literally- "of the chapel"
We sang in chapels-
high, round resonances
of stony time.
It used to be my sound
bouncing in dark, holy corners
created in my throat,
inspired in my heart,
shaped by my lips.
I am silent, solitary now.
I move quietly in deference
to their sound.