Advent psalm 2

For the director of music

The fact that I could control the feeling and the sounds of my own breathing was my initial solace. In the wake of sudden deafness, I had decided to focus on feeling the 'sounds' that I could make and control, and breathing was a given starter. Song became the first expression of that focus since it generated more overtones, more resonant vibration, than speech.
What a comfort to find myself re-membering beautiful old sounds and melodies. How consoling to both hear and literally feel the words, the pitch, the timbre, rhythm and beat of familiar sounds as I repeated them. And so I sang over and over, listening and feeling ever so alive. I could feel the weight of each word as it resounded throughout my body, especially in the cavities of my chest and head. Many a song embraced me as though I were in my own womb. Familiar vibrations from within gently rocked me while faint sounds around and about carried me off to somewhere I'd never been before. Joy came to heart and mind, when suddenly I was filled with the hope of an unborn child.
...to be con't.