Sonnet for Solo Voice
...practicing my solitary scales 'til they rose like balloons watching them go where they will go.-- The Mountain Goats, "Song for Lonely Giants"Those who can sing will never understand The torture of missing, even after a million Tries, the right note, the resplendent flourish, The transcendent ache that crowns aria, Ballad, anthem, lullaby, and hymn. When I try to sing, my children groan In happy anguish, appalled that I would Willingly unleash upon the world So frayed and such sour notes. “Do not ever,” My daughter Molly pleads, “try that again.” I do, of course. I try again and again and again, Certain that one day I will sing so well My children, all of them, will weep with joy to hear me Instead of weeping, as they do now, to hear me.