Debussy: St. Sebastian, A Singer's Odyssey

I sang the blue of sadness in the chromaticism of tears,

and the purple of mysticism veiled in passion’s mist.

I sang the mellowed honey of the lost mother

and of babe remembered.

I sang the white hot of godhead

in praises of searing alleluias

as arrows pierced skin anew.

I sang the mystical soul

of St. Sebastian

as he danced the loneliness of sacrifice,

and beheld the open door.

copyright/all rights reserved April 8, 2012 Audrey Howitt