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epitome of incomprehensibility
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It ranged within a narrow frame of winter_music. It roamed from deserted suburbia on Thursday, spouting Canadian_Winter lyrics before two computers, to Santa Claus songs belted from below an embarrassing hat on Saturday.
Today it harmonized in a descant to cited angels. Above its range, a mind was irreverently reflecting on past mistakes, wondering how you hark a herald anyway.
Other voices, loud and firm, may be picked for solos, but this voice is valued for its flexibility.
Sometimes this falters. Carols that don't demand religiosity still demand virtuosity. The tune to "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus" is harder than the mind and the voice remembered it being. That was for patience. The most patience sat in front, its blood curling through tubes into the dialysis machines, and the small voice's mind, its body belonging and not belonging to the group voluntarily wearing red pompom hats, reflected that it did not feel faintness or irrational disgust. Only the antonym of jealousy. It could not find the antonym of jealousy in its vocal range, but it reflected that it was unfair that these people were in the hospital and its person was not. But it felt happy that blood no longer triggered anxiety. And then the voice stumbled over a tune that confused it.
This group was temporary, seasonal. As it disbanded it released its Santa hats.
Sunday found the herald harked to in a concert, after strenuous snow-clearing. The dizziness induced by slight oxygen deprivation was giddy, free of dismay.
Small choirs demand:
Kirsten, sing alto.
(Kirsten can sing alto.)
Kirsten, sing tenor.
(Only if you transpose the thing up a note.)
Kirsten, sing soprano.
(I'm a mezzo-soprano. Mezzo. Doesn't mezzo exist here? It means middle. I remember in the practice rooms with Lydia when she said, Mezzo-forte, motherfucker! Oh. That's irrelevant? See, you make me high on irrelevance.)
Kirsten, sing the descant.
Theirs is not to question why
Angels we have heard on high.
Twinkle Twinkle, mingle and mix;
Home, home on D3 to E6.
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