The loquacious wind bears to me a melodious symphony.
Exuding of the wood winded servants of their master
So sonorously soothing lo! I slumb helpless in its harmony
Throbbing notes pitched high,slower and now faster.
The slow moving adagios creep in upon the heavy heart
A shrill weep of a beleaguered violin at the behest of a skilled hand.
So slippery sleeps the soul to wonder apace at such a start.
Into a world of mystic mountains and seas of an enchanted land.
The drum murmuring louder with benign parody.
Compelled Legs obey its writ with a pious march
And an imprisoned heart rattle in beats and beats to its alive melody
A singing wind and a tweeting bird feeds on a much livid symphony.
The trumpets herald the entry of a heavenly speed.
And followed suit a rapturous allegro of the strings.
Bent to release wearied spirits and wayfaring souls of toils lead.
Such is the waltz of a spiritual symphony and to the heaven it rings.