Daily Journal: Behind her the noise escalated

Sound

Behind her the noise escalated. It grew into a deafening roar as the sound reverberated off her back, and felt it rise and fall in her chest. Each crescendo and staccato keeping her in beat. She closed her eyes allowing her body to feel each pulse and beat ripple across her. Although her ears heard nothing but a muffled thud on occasion she knew the sound must have been pure beauty. Deaf from birth she had never heard the sounds of the choir around her. People had told her that her voice was angelic but she had never heard the sound before. Now, here on Christmas eve, she sang with all her heart and thanked god for giving the life she had. The massive church choir around her sang in unison belting out the song by heart. She knew it as well, and was able to keep beat by just the feel of peoples feet tapping around her and watching the conductor. Performing in the Basilica today however , with the multitudes of additional singers from various churches in the area, just the vibrations alone allowed her to know exactly where in the song they were at all times.

Very slowly she began to get a strange sensation in her head. Ever so slowly she thought she began to hear something. The sound came from far off and seemed to grow and grow and grow.

"Repeat the Sounding Joy"
"Repeat the Sounding Joy"
"Repeat, Repeat the Sounding Joy!"

The sound flooded her consciousness as the song filled her head and mind. Each voice in unison, hers as well, flooded in and filled her heart with love and reverence. Tears sprang to her eyes as the beauty of the music hit hir like a hammer. The first sound she had heard and it was the most beautiful thing you could imagine.

"Joy to the world"

She belted out each line with renewed vigour, her voice blending into the choirs like the sound of angles wings on the breeze. As the song lowly ended she heard the applause of the crowd for the first time. The thunderous clapping and whistles as people stood to their feet and praised the group. Ever so slowly the sound began to muffle, as if being smothered by a heavy quilt. Slowly, slowly, it receded. Until once again she had returned to the dull buzz and murmur of her condition. /she looked up to the ceiling of the dome in the Church and smiled, tears continuing to fall as she gave thanks for this chance to hear the most beautiful sound in the world. Even if it was meant for just this one time she was thankful for the chance.