Listening To Great Music

Listening to a piece of great music One delights The flow From Major to minor and As one goes from ecstasy to tears Tears to ecstasy In those lengthy spaces of harmonious wandering One becomes aware Aware of certain priceless moments Points in Paradise Along the wheel Those sparkles Those darkles Those conflicting emotionals Color the whole Travel the veins Like strong red wine Hold a body a mind vise-like Lifting Soaring and On and on At last the work is over One thinks Why does such majesty have to end? Only the fondest strains remain in memory Then One realizes at last This must be like the good life’s end Lying there The few or the many cherished moments Entering Joys Tragedies resolve Major to minor With bright points Like evening stars……………………………. And Finally One yields to that long white decrescendo