A Resonance Rest
A mystical rise that craves to fall
A burst of tones – loud, unmistakable
And without restriction it sputters through my mind.
Music is a conflicting solace,
Music is my uncertain peace.
Again, it crashes against the walls of my ears
Another time I’m not surprised, yet moved
A resonance rest speaks, does not head or make haste.
After all, who hasn’t been bound in its pleasure-dome or
Allowed to weep?
Music is the world’s consolation,
Music is an altruistic pity.
A signature change, a rhythmic descent
Ample marks that show unfiltered, poised perfection
Apollo gestures to the choir.
Abstract not, addle not.
Applauds rain, rejoice reins in the passion-filled hearts.
Ahead, music commissions another sweep.
Anew, the rest slips, music breathes.