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Celestial Notes

In the valley 
I'm down on my haunches 
with the tall grass whispering around me,
enveloped like I was wrapped in a blanket
I listen to the mournful dirges 
of my scattered brothers and sisters
filling the skies with their lost ones.
Then from off in the distance
   I pick up a sound,
     it almost feels like a scent
and as more and more of it reaches towards me
  tickling my ears
I see it drifting down from the mountain.

The pull is as if
  I had picked up the scent 
    of some prey after not eating for days,
almost overwhelming
and I am loping towards it
before I had even realized I'd moved.
       
As I gain more height
The notes form into words
   of emotion,
           essence,
       of the very fabric of creation
   driving me to move faster
bounding from rocky crag 
 to rocky crag
       all the time
my brain being teased 
 by this song
      Rolling into my ears.

I slow as I approach a ledge,
and as I crest it
the captivation takes full affect,
I can't even feel the ground 
beneath my feet
as I'm drawn towards 
this spherical glowing cave.
Approaching the mouth
just within I see all these beings, 
   human and creatures alike,
entranced by this aria 
  being created and woven
by this presence
    For she was not just there
she was all, 
 the very thing beauty was inspired by.

I take up a spot right outside
watching musical notes in hues of
 blues,
     reds, 
  and purples
dance around the ceiling of the cave
like carefree fairies,
illustrating the
    sorrow,
   love,
 and happiness
that has me in a state of transcendence.
The words burrow into my flesh,
infusing themselves just under my skin
and my body feels lighter,
healing old scars long forgotten.

I force myself to look down,
to look at this queen of songs
and when I peer into those brown,
almost caramel pools of her eyes
it's as If I am looking at an old friend I never met.
Her song spirals down to the end
echoing off the surrounding mountains
cascading away and everything
seems to be casting its own glow of beauty.

This divine mistress of melody
 starts walking towards 
the mouth of the cave
   and her mesmerized crowd parts
as if pushed to either side by large hands.
 She is walking towards me 
and I know I must speak to her
    so I get up,
       take a few steps back,
transforming into something
more friendly and say "hello"
   and as we converse 
        I can tell she still sees the wolf in my eyes
    and she smiles.
     Inspired by Rhiannon Catalyst singer, songstress, vox

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