MUSIC
 

Music can capture the wind of the spirit

the dregs of the soul

or the specter that fears it
 
 

Music can whisper of love's sweetest sound

of man's darkest dream

or eternities found
 
 

Ascending, descending, pure notes in a line

melodies dancing

to rhythm and rhyme
 
 

Music transcends our space and our reason

pounding our hearts

and changing our season
 
 

Molded of notes in the labyrinth of God

created before

the earth that man trod
 
 

Music, so mystical, so full that we feel

the essence of all

the things that are real.
 
 
 

© 2008 Glenn Hall