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

A waterfall of notes, rising, falling, 
splashing into mind, heart, soul. 
Music will never grow old: 
arpeggios of broken chords,
rising descending,
into and out of order,
plunging into minor keys,
rising into waves of luminosity.

Notes compose a chord
played or sung,
rising or descending,
creating harmonies of the heart.

Plangent human voices:
plead, invoke, appeal to the spheres,
to the goddess of love,
across the chasms of time, place, culture, creed.   

Our dreams swirl, coalesce
into these 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
brought to measure
infuses speech, poetry, the language of sense
with all the magic of music: heaven sent
sounds, and sweet airs,
that give delight, and hurt not.