* * *
Music is a kaleidoscope.
Vignettes from the past and dreams
of the future
Are revealed in the delicate arc
Of melody.
The blending of strings and brass
Evoke emotions that remain unexpressed
Save in the majestic tones of a
symphony.
* * *
Music is you.
The sound of it parts the shadowy
portals
Through which you come to me.
Then sight and sound,
And touch and heart respond
Until I love you best and want
you most
When music fills my room at eventide.