Aretha sings "O Tannenbaum"

Today I read a poem by Twyla M. Hansen called "Moonrise, Aurora, Nebraska."  These lines stood out:

Look, life is like this, filled

with moments of meaning

and I decided to write an Inner Voice poem, (which also is a monostich, as it turns out) with some additions on the end.

Look, I heard Aretha sing and thought of her

life gone, how the world

is less for the loss of her voice,

like so many who have gone before

this way, we are enchanted and

filled with their presence

with their voices and spirits,

moments in time we treasure,

of memories and connection, bringing

meaning to our daily existence

                         through the grace of music

                         through our calm attention

                         through the lingering silence