Beth & Aleph
An alphabet poem

As the chords draw close, baritones crescendo deeper and exquisite friction of the scales glissandos from here to heaven’s gate and higher still into air we mortals cannot breathe.
Just outside the realm of kindled love, this music meets with new triumphant song, opening the portals of our quintessential rites, stripping every taboo undertone of victory’s wonder and expanding yearning for this zealous symphony.
