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.