Sound Reason
Many a time we sail through storms
Upon the wings of muse without knowing
So much as a word of the reason of forms
In the song. It just speaks to us. Flowing
Cadences and pulsing melodies.
Toe tapping, head nodding we move
Or sway carried completely as by a breeze
On a summer day. And our thoughts as seeds
Unleashed of stemmed worries to
Real wonder and oneness. Nothing impedes
Escape, and no need to hurry to
A haven that surrounds. A Koan of sound.
Resonating piano strings refrain the satirists.
"So what if the usual scheme is off!" says the sitarist.
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