Commissioned by Amanda Rohrs
Instrumentation: Sop Voice, Pno
He fumbles at your Soul
As Players at the Keys
Before they drop full Music on —
He stuns you by degrees —
Prepares your brittle Nature
For the Ethereal Blow
By fainter Hammers — further heard —
Then nearer — Then so slow
Your Breath has time to straighten —
Your Brain — to bubble Cool —
Deals — One — imperial — Thunderbolt —
That scalps your naked Soul —When Winds take Forests in the Paws —
The Universe — is still —–Emily Dickinson