What is in a note,
That black filled dot
With heightened staff
The symbol of nature's symphony.
How played these songs
That nature sings
Where still unsung melodies
Are revealed
Enclosed between notes A to G.
Composed through the ages
To move and unite us all.
The reverberations, waves cascading
All around us, still the music plays on.
Can you hear it?
It hinges on the cusp,
At the edge of what still is to be;
Cathartic in form and practice.
Whether healing in it's aspect,
Or cruelty in its words,
Music holds power like none other.
Translucent, yet conspicuous
Challenging, yet simple.
Courageous, yet trepid
All contained within notes A to G.
