One morning, in my childhood, I woke
to singing that made me feel I had died
and gone to heaven, where an angel spoke
by way of song as my celestial guide.
In my short life till then, I had not heard
a singing or a music so sublime,
of melody unfettered by a word
and pitches that would softly fall and climb.
In fact, the song was from the stereo
and being played upstairs then by my mother,
but I recall though it was long ago
that morning that stands out from any other:
In childhood, through music, I was given
a taste, a glimpse, a memory of heaven.
Mario A. Pita