Dance With the Senses
Notes that float on rippling strings are happy little gems.
Clicking, clacking percussion crescendos;
a celebration of a percussion family reunion
is never quiet.
Music all around, loves and revels in life’s joy.
The heartbeat of a universe bangs, clangs with elation.
Beneath shouts of the crying woodwinds;
whispering ting-ting symbols dance with the brushes; lending a smile to the symphony.
The melodious river flows across airwaves to life
and carry souls; the magic carpet of harmony;
a world tour for the senses,
is enlightenment for all ears.
No one is exempt from the ecstasy of music;
even non-hearing ears are treated to
the tickle of vibrational light, sound.
Let your soul dance with the senses.
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