Saturday, November 21, 2015

Music


There is beauty in humanity
Composures of eclectic variation
A consummate skill perfected
An enigma perhaps; but welcome
This variation upon our brutality
It hides within wooden cases
Trumpets from convoluted metals
Bellowed loud by exultant airs
If we have window to our souls
To gaze upon calm's reflectance
Music is the mirror revealing it