Within the soft hues of an ancient room
The spirits of muso's long past wafting through the yellow lights and burgundy walls.
Their resonance echoing around you
Captured by the heavy frame of the room,
Welcoming you.
There comes a sound so clear, so pure,
Slicing through the air in crisp arcs.
Spilling over you, it leaves its trail of warmth like spring sun
Calescent to your skin.
Soft and true her voice takes you within as it cascades over notes
And settles into your being.
Creating feeling, creating emotion and tender memories.
As the remnant cords of muso's past are stilled to silence,
The room breathes as if one,
All of us holding on to the pristine lightness of that sound.
The sound of a soul; sharing spirit, sharing essence
Sharing quality,
With a composed and graceful touch.


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Katie Noonan at the Bulli Heritage Hotel - sublime!