Quiet Music

Melodies linger as
Harmonies soothe
In the bosom of eventide’s
Gentle repose.
The fluttering violins
Butterfly softly from
Flower to flower
Tickling the ear.

Who painted this portrait of
Sweetest quiescence 
(Lost in warm remedy)
God only knows.
Coaxed as the winding stream
Flows by the willows
Softening sorrows,
Quelling all fear.

Choirs of angels breathe airily,
Blending harp strings and flute
Til the aria glows
In a world where the mind
Can only bear witness
And naught but the spirit
Can easily hear.

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