The Notes Explode

The notes explode from the room on the right like a flock of startled sparrows landing everywhere I pick up all that I can to take them in and they make me smile music was born in nature in the singing leaves given voice from the passing winds in the pounding thunder the baritone beat that clings to it's lightning and the rhythm is always where the ocean meets the shore the stringed instruments hang in the room on the right with all their beautiful potential silent and still beside a ticking wall clock playing it's only song a steady ancient soundtrack no matter the script or it's actors a lesson ends with a deal it's a sticker for a promise to practice then the departing laughter this place has me busting as the flock gathers back together again