The Last Tear Drop Plinked

The tone of the piano crying, the strum of the guitars abrupt interruption, extending an invitation for the base's deep murmur to accompany them in their misery, drums beat to the drop of tears. the violin screams, agonizing sounds evolve, involvement of the flute, and trombone, giving clarity to orchestral sound emanating from the stage. Music in all it's glory, talks to us , with such meaning whaling in unison to create,.... The Master. The Master talks, our body senses are aroused minds go into relief mode Tearing everyday tension and stress away lifting us higher to the power. Filling our needs and wants. Free of the empowering ridicules of life and it's co-existers As the Masters voice in musical instruments finalize to a strum,... beat, .... tone. The Masters message ends. The piano cries no more, in exhilaration of life once again. It's last tear drop plinked. Glen Harris © March 2011