A Spot Within the Unseen Chorus
This is a bit of an abstract poem about our influences, death and the echoes left behind. Wrote this at a time I felt like there was just a lot of death of key figures in the fandom and in general and wanted to write something to reflect on and process that. Of course when it comes to death not much changes regarding it but still. Originally posted this in March 2024.
** A Spot Within the Unseen Chorus**
By: A.X. Bueno
A whole choir of various voices to make an invisible chorus
Aren’t most choruses technically invisible by nature
Being the harmony of combined voices you might be thinking with some confusion and/or ire
But some things defy our traditional explanations
That you just know when you see or hear
A sense of scale mere words aren’t sufficient for
All the sources of those many many voices some of which more seen
Others are more just heard
An unfortunate number are only echoes now
Boosted and carried by those who felt their once lively vibrations influence and surround
Sometimes it’s done without even a second thought
Their voices blended so perfectly into the melody of our lives that we take up their notes
And add them to the choruses that others can see when we make them our own
Letting the invisible chorus flow through us and guide us like phantom hands molding clay
All those vital voices of the past and present who come and go
Through our own choruses and displays
Making up so much of us and yet can’t always be in front of our eyes or in our conscious minds
The phantom chorus is part of us all
And we’re a part of it too
A hopefully well sounding enough part that when the time comes
There will at least remain a beautiful echo of us
Of you