In harmony, voices rise and fall,
A cappella, pure and free,
No instruments to enthrall,
Just human melody.
Soaring high, then dipping low,
Blending tones so sweet,
A tapestry of sound to show,
Where hearts and voices meet.
Unaccompanied, yet so complete,
A cappella’s gentle art,
Each note a story to repeat,
Sung straight from the heart.
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Bob Lynn / 06-Nov-2024
