In the Drone, I Am One
On my lap, strings ring out their mesmerizing tones; dulcimer cries joyful tears at, Christmas time.
Mystical drones weep magical notes;
tension fades to limp, sinewy muscles and
I am caught up in the song.
The ringing, ringing, chiming drones,
echo with holiday cheer;
with each sweep of the quill,
my soul resonates to the music.
Dulcimer sings easily;
her natural voice resounding on the air.
I am lulled into a stupor…strumming…droning…
without thought;
I am in the moment.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
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