Music

A 9 stanza Quatrain

Music

Salve for the soul in healing sound

Rhythms balm spreads in division

Lifts the hour high

Explodes the troubled mind to calm

Birds Interpret song on wild notes

Orchestrations with crescendos fly

Rise with symphonic melted hearts

Murmuring violins, strings together, meld

Overtures dawn with the song respond

Repeating every measure operatic

Movements operate on scores created

On levels not recorded simply on their merit

Far from civilization primal saxophones blast

Jazz discordant jungles awake inhabitants

Afraid, stir in the fields, collaborate

Instruments strike a wonder cord, relax

Falling rain that drops one note away

Stay up any way

Try not to reason with the rain

On pastures pure meandering

Rock and roll misgivings earthquake the dead

Bring them back to life with melodies

Raw streaming strings and drums, melodic sounds

Listeners never miss a beat, good enough to eat

Green waves of grass will laugh in harmony

Grow closer to an open concert stage

Quiver for an instant explanation

One that never came

Nearer than you will ever be

To solid ground in symphony

Feel a mystery evolve unsolved

Far from the here and now

There is something in the air not there

Perhaps salvation, far from the common cold

Almost a religion, not quite a song

A music realm for sure

Author's Note

Enjoy the music