MUSIC SCENES
The music flowed to me like a breath of fresh air,
And carried me safely, quietly out of my chair.
I did not resist, but let the music have its way,
And I’ll never regret it, the memory always stay.

The sound of the notes touched my innermost part,
Went through my mind and past my beating heart,
It transcended me upward to a much higher plane
Than earthbound things that have hurt and pain.

I saw a great meadow with horses galloping free,
They climbed over rainbows and every tall tree,
Each one the colour of the richest dark ebony,
They were coming , each seemed to be calling me.

I felt their breath upon my hand, the wind in my hair
As hooves beat the melody, carried me I know not where.
We came to a waterfall of cascading timpani and horn
And higher up the stream, a spring of new sound was born.

I sang with the music that filled my whole with delight,
Then ascended with a flock of oboes into the coming night,
The trumpet arose the moon, violins made the stars arise,
The haunting bassoon awoke the wolf, and owl so wise.

When the music ended and I arrived back into my chair,
I wondered if the beauty of the music could always be there,
If others ever wandered in the pure paradise of sound
And did not really want to be returned to solid ground.

M Ann Margetson © May 30, 2000
2000/Musicscenes


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