An Abecedarian

Audience is abuzz. Boldly, Conductor emerges – black tux. Draw Ethereal patterns with baton– marv. Flutes, trumpets, cellos, drums dance for me, for you. Gentle, light… Heavy and dark…the music evolves Into something more meaningful, deeper. Joyous – a tranq Killing, temporarily, stresses – they stop, Lost to the rhythms and harmonies. And so Melodies salve our inner woes – a balm, a boon. Notes are born, they mix, they fade. And I’m Overawed by power wielded. I am making a musical Peregrination. My task – Quixotic hajj – Round go I, Seeking solace in this temple of sound (sigh). Tonic for soul grieving, Unable from pain to calm itself – Veritably impossible – Without help from song and chord. Xing over…with music, Yes, I climb… Zenith bound, toward nirvana.