7th Symphony

If music be my insight Bearing down on this universe Singing out the oldest song Making light as it goes along Feeling through my heartbeat Cerebral joys that I greet Savouring delicious Laying waste to insidious Long may we honour Everything that surrounds a soul Screaming through the silence Reckless acts of violence Thoughtlessness and turmoil Making vats of blood boil Spilling over innocents Godlessness and penance Empty is the caldron Of sweeter sounds like a lullaby Comforting the child within Living flesh that’s inside the skin Terror in unknowing While the creatures growing Cursed the living woken Anticipation broken Following the forlorn Through the dark and unspoken Momentary pleasures Relished in tiny measures Music is my insight Curdles in the twilight Makers of the moments Universe of components Gladness in tomorrow No more place for my sorrow Keen as I see through this face Alleviated heart that is filled with grace Somewhere in the morning Is the warmth of dawning Triumph in the distance Symphony in existence