Close your eyes as the symphony cascades

swells,breaks and spills forth from the confines of the mind it's brushstrokes owe homage to

the masterpiece taking shape in the minds eye

the landscape sprawling from the mountains to the roiling sea

every note a stroke of epiphany, bleeding life into the canvas as it unfolds

swelling and waning with the pulse of the soul  a steady polyphony building

in harmonious discord as a great tempest rages from the sea

spilling forth haunting melodies intelaced with propitious harmonies

filing the sea to the sky bellowing forth till the mountains shudder

A squall dying to be heard note for note

but the world has closed it ears to the sound of fairytales

bartered it for the cacophonous tinkle of nickels and dimes

the real gold being left behind in the strength of the spirit

that birthed such stirring polyphonic vaguries

where the world is not as it is but as it could be

not as it would exist but as it should exist in monsoons

meliflously spreading ear to ear till every voice is raging

in thunderous unison divulging into ominously haunting harmonies

a testament to  the diversity of every soul born of adversity

the notes streaming on audible to the few who chose to hear

with more than just their ears the music flowing through every crevice

building till the levee breaks and the tempest begins

the words slide, silk sheets in a tender caress 

lighting sparks in your eyes, a deep forest of hazel

weaving their way through all the scars you hide behind

the shame falling to the wayside as the truth settles 

the words that pass from these lips hold power

ringing through the marrow, the pulsing sinew 

pumping steady skipping beats as the reality you see is displaced

Standing meekly before you every ounce of me

given freely, laid in your hands purposely 

a show of the faith in the magic pulsing between

the fingers clutched in mine, the smile spreading

a mind all it's own as my soul screams never let go

knowing now that it was boken before 

aching never meant to be presented as whole 

till there was you standing there obstinate to the rules

life imposes upon us all the realities that confine us all 

the magic brewing in you showing in the sparkle of your eyes

certainty spilling from your perfect lips, as you profess 

the only thing to stand between what is and dreams, us 

all words ceasing to have meaning as your lips find mine

the spell is cast, I am yours 

Beneath an ancient willow night swallows me whole

the diamond strewn heavens singing ancient mysteries, while the world sleeps

my soul soaks in the reverie of the melodies that wash over me 

stirring in me an insatiable appetence, to become a part of the harmony

layered in infinite complexity of the descant, taking shape before me

the smile stretching ear to ear, my soul joining the chorus

all the strength of will and pain that ails present in the haunting refrain

sweeping through the crisp spring air, beckoning the storms never far away

crashing violently against the shore of the island of this soul

scratching away at the hope buried deep 

the storms rages swelling herculean battering at the meager keep

built on the belief left in your eyes, holding me steady 

my anchor, among the desolation of a breaking heart 

a dying soul