An orchestra


The rumble of the running train

The splatter of the pouring rain

Each creates a magical symphony

Not just a random noise in vain


The rustle of the autumn leaves

The chirping birds in spring eves

A different note, the same pattern

Interlaced in time as nature weaves

The bustle of the busy street

The flicker of the summer heat

The cry of a newborn child

The tapping of a dancer’s feet

Every sound there was and will be, is not lost, but stored rather safely

In the womb of time, in the form of rhyme

And songs that are a thousand years old, stories that have been told and retold

Of loves found and lost, of roads walked and crossed

Of peaceful days in white sands, of journeys made in alien lands

And of victories and defeats and loyalties and deceits

 All floats around like the eons old wind,

Listen to it, it plays a song,

And when you hear it, sing along

For you play a part too, to help it carry on…….

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2 Comments

  1. Sam373 said,

    May 22, 2012 at 11:01 pm

    This was absolutely perfect! Keep sharing.


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