The Free Symphony
The moon is up on the horizonThrough the clouds the night sky seen, blue as day
In my mind, I gaze upon a celestial symphony
each element has its part to play in the musicality
The moon lay low, instructing, composing
Rising in crescendo until it hits its peak
The clouds tempo, fast paced yet steady
The layers intertwined, providing a sense of the unknown
The stars twinkle in quarters, eighths, and sixteenths
Comets - crashing cymbals, full blown horns
The wind resembling strings in multitude
giving a sense of surrounding --- profounding
And I am the audience, front row, center
of a show that should be sold out every night
Yet - like so many things - it goes unappreciated, by most
It is not up for reviews, won't be out on DVD
It is the world around the things that consume us.
So, please, buy a ticket to this celestial symphony,
It could put things in perspective, make you think about humility
But hear the music, write your Own words,
Go to sleep with a song.
Then wake tomorrow - deep breath - step out of bed
And see how life is when you go through your day,
with the universe stuck in your head.
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.