now our overtones

 ‘now our overtones’ Trgates,1/12/2022

fallen asleep,
died to this world,
grace outshines naysayers,
love knows a blessed repose. 
‘Love covers a multitude of ills.”
i remember well worn choral directors,
patient, persevering with us,
eight parts,
holding out our respective notes
until right on —
seemed like magic,
all of our eight notes being held,
who knows how long, 
all of a sudden we heard a
ninth note, not sung by any of us. 
an overtone, byproduct of us together,
right on, for a moment. Synergy. 
in blessed repose,
beloved ones,
love’s memory eternal,
now, our overtones,
like a ocean,
for a moment
rush over us,
intonation together 
gives opportunity to 
sing our notes together. 
the ninth note is never lost.