Music

Salve for the soul in healing sound Rhythms balm spreads in division Lifts the hour high Explodes the troubled mind to calm Birds Interpret song on wild notes Orchestrations with crescendos fly Rise with symphonic melted hearts Murmuring violins, strings together, meld Overtures dawn with the song respond Repeating every measure operatic Movements operate on scores created On levels not recorded simply on their merit Far from civilization primal saxophones blast Jazz discordant jungles awake inhabitants Afraid, stir in the fields, collaborate Instruments strike a wonder cord, relax Falling rain that drops one note away Stay up any way Try not to reason with the rain On pastures pure meandering Rock and roll misgivings earthquake the dead Bring them back to life with melodies Raw streaming strings and drums, melodic sounds Listeners never miss a beat, good enough to eat Green waves of grass will laugh in harmony Grow closer to an open concert stage Quiver for an instant explanation One that never came Nearer than you will ever be To solid ground in symphony Feel a mystery evolve unsolved Far from the here and now There is something in the air not there, perhaps salvation Far from the common cold, almost a religion, not quite a song In musics realm, tilted towards the left, the brass section Trombones for sure to settle the final score finale