Robert Charles Howard - Golden Silence

As her aria gently cadenced,
the <I>diva's</I> breath and mouth were set
for her most luminescent high “C”
and not a sound came out.

Vocal thunder filled the opera hall
as the gathered <I>conoscenti</I>
shouted grateful approbations -
hurling roses at her feet.

Who can name the phantom proxy
that lent her its golden tone -
perhaps a migrant partial
from a flute or muted violin
or a floodlight’s hum
or a random wisp of wind?

I wasn’t there but in my rashness
think I know (though lack the proof) .
I say it was an impish sprite
from the realm where poems are born.

<I>June, 2008</I>

Robert Charles Howard

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