# A Spot Within the Unseen Chorus

Author: Apolarbear17
Tags: Choir, Echoes, Metaphor, Poetry, Seemingly Invisible, influence, loss, somber, song

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.

&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; **&nbsp;A Spot Within the Unseen Chorus**

 

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;By: A.X. Bueno&nbsp;

 

 

A whole choir of various voices to make an invisible chorus&nbsp;

 

Aren’t most choruses technically invisible by nature&nbsp;

 

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&nbsp;

 

A sense of scale mere words aren’t sufficient for&nbsp;

 

All the sources of those many many voices some of which more seen&nbsp;

 

Others are more just heard&nbsp;

 

An unfortunate number are only echoes now&nbsp;

 

Boosted and carried by those who felt their once lively vibrations influence and surround&nbsp;

 

Sometimes it’s done without even a second thought&nbsp;

 

Their voices blended so perfectly into the melody of our lives that we take up their notes&nbsp;

 

And add them to the choruses that others can see when we make them our own&nbsp;

 

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&nbsp;

 

Through our own choruses and displays&nbsp;

 

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&nbsp;

 

And we’re a part of it too&nbsp;

 

A hopefully well sounding enough part that when the time comes&nbsp;

 

There will at least remain a beautiful echo of us

 

Of you  
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Source: https://sofurry.com/s/V1YrvZxe