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Backstage.

Harmony

is a blend of voices

bound by trust

and notes of pitch-perfect truth

you can’t get it by blowing your own horn

in what is supposed to be a vocal duet

I can’t get it by shutting down every voice except my own

we could achieve a moment

greater than any off-key solo

if I were to grant you the freedom to sing your part

if you were to release me to mine

if we were to stick to the melody of love

instead of banging out the raging chords of hate

if we were to set each other free

we could be freed from the endless toil to achieve control

if we could just lay ourselves down and let the song be

sung like the writer said it should be

The Show.

the performance will only soar

when we flow together

like a river into the sea

like the climax of a symphony

before the peace

that comes with a tide subsiding

Afterglow.

we see

the sky clothed in the orange robe of evening

we see

the glorious stars of heaven

that mock the useless ones of the earth

we see

when we die to ourselves

we can start living