“Without music, life would be a mistake” ― Friedrich Nietzsche 

A waterfall of notes, rising and falling, 
Sears into mind, heart and soul. 
Music will never grow old. 
Arpeggio series of broken chords
rising, descending in and out of order.
Plunging into minor keys,
rising into waves of luminosity.
Notes that compose a chord
Played or sung in a rising or descending order.
create harmonies of the heart.
Plangent human voices plead, invoke,
appeal to the spheres,
to the goddesses of love,
to the eternal that rests in the soul of man,
across the chasms of time, place, culture, creed.   

Listen as our dreams swirl,
coalesce into heavenly harmonies
of passing imperfection
plucking at our heart strings.
Music seeps into our souls.

Music and silence,
point and counterpoint;
the rhythm and metre of words
word and note brought to measure

Lyric voices infuse poetry
with all the magic of music: 
Sounds, and sweet airs,
that give delight, and hurt not.