MUSIC

Music can capture the wind of the spirit

the dregs of the soul

or the specter that fears it

Music can whisper of love's sweetest sound

of man's darkest dream

or eternities found

Ascending, descending, pure notes in a line

melodies dancing

to rhythm and rhyme

Music transcends our space and our reason

pounding our hearts

and changing our season

Molded of notes in the labyrinth of God

created before

the earth that man trod

Music, so mystical, so full that we feel

the essence of all

the things that are real.

© January 27, 2008

Glenn Hall