[Human voices only — crystalline, transparent, softly luminous] [All motion comes from sung melody and harmony; no percussion or beatboxing] [Chorus — already at the radiant peak] Under my feet A thousand windows bloom A kitchen full of morning A train beyond the room Someone turns to call me Someone lets me go Their faces cross the glass Like light across the snow I turn And all my life turns under me I rise Above the things I cannot keep [Interlocking voices — waltz crossed by five- and seven-beat phrases] A hand A stair The summer in your hair A street A flame A mouth that forms my name They open underneath me They vanish where I land I dance across a childhood Too bright to understand [Continuous ecstasy — melody passed between voices] My ankles hold the daylight My fingers scatter white Each room beneath the floor Lives for a breath of light I am a little figure Of glass from head to heel The music moves inside me More deeply than I feel One day a step will find The fault within my knee One day the floor will hold The scattered shape of me But now The windows flower But now My whole life shines I turn And all my life turns under me I rise— [Sudden break — all rhythmic voices stop] [Near silence — one quiet voice, long spaces] A face beneath the glass I almost know A little light Still moving Through my toe One more— [The final vowel fades; end]
