ACAPPELLA

Nothing but this body(all of it
and this voice (that comes from the depths of it
No shaker,no drum,no guitar,no costume
Just this wailing/ululating prayer rising smoke into fire Heavens
You plant your two feet solid as two trees
deep into the earth you bend with hidden breeze
Open up and let more worlds wind through you
You are your voice!This song is you!
There are those who embrace
the elements of opera distance
Still more are moviolas(small,intimate
hand held,miniature universes
Dervish winds blow right through you
Ride them as in AVATAR-wings surround you
as this banshee wail touches centuries
Make us aware again of our primal origins
Harmony our destination.Between Now and Zen
only this thin knife wind voice slicing through all walls
to shout down Babylon,Jericho,Jerusalem,China,Scotland
Whole worlds tremble when you shake shiver release
Everything changes suits.You are undercover
Spring mechanisms click and align .Your voice chimes change
Bells ring in villages,proclaiming liberation!
All because you stood upon this stage-and sang it in!
FOR MICHELE SOLBERG