The Choir

On a day like this;
A cold, dreary day.
One such as me
could only have one wish.
I wish to be gay,
I wish to be merry.

Sitting alone waiting
Patiently within the back row.
The sweet melody of voices
Drew me along with the piano playing.

Exhilarating harmonies,
and warming vibrations.
What a contrast
as they sing a song
of the cold.

So warm
It merely brings tears
Into my already glassy eyes.
They close and my mind turns all to ears.

This one small break
Of the chaos recent events have brought
Turns me into the air that fills this room.
My heart beat becomes the echos of voices,
Every different pitch each soul brings
Perfectly intertwining.

And all of a sudden
In just this brief moment alone,
The choir fills up my soul
With merry warmth
And a gay pleasure.