A young boy
loved to make a noise
he banged a drum,
though raucous
his mind heard a tune.
~
The boy grew
a piano came to hand
some lessons he took
a guide to the wonder
of melody, its heavenly beauty.
~
He became a man
the gleam and timbre of brass
took his delight.
a trombone his instrument of choice
the slide, oh so sweet!
~
The man travelled, far and wide,
something different
became his need
and a guitar, for many hours
played until his fingers burned.
~
Caressing the strings and neck
discovering styles
and sounds of play
his friend through long years
beside him all the way.
~
Still she is charming
and ready, always
but he finds the spirit
of music all around
for music is vibration, life itself.
~
He hears the song of trees and water
of wind and colour and paintings
the thought vibration of words
the rocks and mountains
for they all have life.
~
Now he strives to blend his will
with the tune
of divine creation
and his consciousness with
the rhythm of the one life force.
~
To play the ultimate tune.
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Simply lovely!
Thank you Cindy 🙂
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beautiful, I really like how you did this from start to finish 🙂
Thank you Neha, I was pleased with the idea, just one of those flashes that come in a moment and work 🙂
Wonderful story or poem Robert. You tuned it well. 🙂
Thank you Brad 🙂
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