Consonance and Dissonance

Some metallic beating of a Drum like heavy rainfall resonated through the night as the wind swept through the trees and across the somber ponds of The West. Some nights: these nights—fireflies are the sparkling blue-green dots scattered across an aloof sky. And how the onlookers stare dumbly at the Horizon and the clouds! Evanescent, blue…dark shades cover a bush and how the stars are Climbing (!) the black cloth of night like spiders, Oh! the inherent beauty of the world? And the iridescent flowers are laid dead over the infinite fields. Some metallic beating of a Drum like ponderous footsteps circling a room fills the gracious day. The sun with her full smile sends streams of gold and orange to sneak through the crevices of the cracked ceiling of the abandoned theater to illuminate the dust. Random in their intent and brutal in their delivery, the messages of light assuage the gentle Earth She hands over her key… Such madness! Madness! Pools of water scattered across the open fields; coquettish waves undulate under the gale. Such madness! Madness! The ethereal beats of the Drum like stolen heartbeats boom! Boom! Boom! Such madness! Madness! And maybe the Lady can answer such idling question as to why the cacophony: “And could you tell us of the day you found this disorder dancing like daft Pagans?” And she says: “No, for the beauty of absurdity is that the very idea of order contradicts its existence” Hypnotic chanting: Chaos makes order chaos makes order chaos makes order… Some metallic beating of a Drum like a steel box in the bosom of Space It spins like the burning Earth on a bender Oh, the cacophony! Oh, the madness! Such Madness…