I lay awake and listened all night long
to water-music, out-of-season rain
a rooftop dance, a tin-pan gutter song
a liquid orchestra in every drain
a summer tune with autumnal refrain.
I heard it as a segue, blending themes:
the last few notes of summer that remain
with fall's chorale of fast-refilling streams.
Now water-music softly fills my dreams
as rising rivers overflow their locks
and in my final hour of sleep, it seems--
as earth goes tilting towards the equinox--
in the new movement of this composition
I hear the guiding hand of the Musician.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Water Music
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1 comment:
Lovely poem. The sounds of the words reflect the theme of music quite well.
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