Ghazal: May the Sound Be With You

The forest floor stretches drum tight, bound by verdant slopes, a timpani of sound. First greeters of rain’s onslaught, leaves trill joy, form larger drops, a deeper sound While tires rumble freeways flowing through suburban sprawl like spring flashflood That envelopes older, gravely rich, established enclave’s tombstones. Gurgles sound That rival reverberations of a symphony hall, canyon walls full of a halcyon praise. Nature mutes personal pain, music of motion scoring modern hallelujahs in sound, Though rainbows, ocean tides, and tidal frictions in lunar crust, also have a voice. These vibrations only felt by enraptured souls, that are so unlike an infant’s sound, Season earth with salty song. As mans’ voice rises into space, a lullaby harmonizes, To any God with ears to hear, a strong echo, “It is good!” our praise colored sound! Brian Johnston April 25, 2015 Poet’s Notes: A Ghazal is a poem of 5-8 couplets with one repeating word (at the end of each stanza) and a hidden reference to my name in the last stanza. This poem has two Easter Eggs as I call them, inside of it, my name and a bit of personal information. Can you find it? PS: You may not believe me but I swear that there are real sounds associated with both rainbows and tides in case you wondered. They are just beyond our human hearing range in frequency and also very weak.