The Sound

I dreamed of a note A hollow tone in oak The bark of a symphony And every rest a choke Brass nails in the timbre Hummed with lovely hues It split the wood and killed it while Hells bells chimmed in blues Fluttering green wings clinging to branches The giant cried and shook I stood wrapped in dispair As the knots and I shared a look That song, so beautiful Like the stars whimpering in my ears So horrible and bleak I could only give my tears I dreamed of a note A hollow tone in throats The breath of a symphony And every rest a choke