Eve of Evening

Where to turn, oh friend I ask I chose to turn to you, if you'd be so kind. Though I try hard to describe the beauty heard by deaf ears, fall so short.. seen from eyes so blind. Invited by a melody from the stars, a concert of music makers enthralled.. their numbers standing before me cast down to Earth for you and I their angelic voices recalled. Whether human beings or beings from a higher plain I won't hazard a guess, nor confess, nor grasp.. yet still I ask. Oh, but.. if you were there, if only in this life., a trace. heard from these ears heart lightened in my chest tears streaming down my face. If you still don't understand, I understand if you're troubled, please try to see I'm trying in vain, so you must imagine emotions evoked in music a limited engagement, mimicked.. by a lone toad from a swamp. It's me. Even now try to recount the magic in moments.. turn away, not from beauty nor music, but strife.. hold onto a miracle, a million miraculous moments in eve of evening.. in life.