The Music Says It All. (Daehyun Park via Flickr)
I am longing for beauty and warmth ~
For color and sunlight on this dreary
White-skied day nine weeks from Spring ~
After the glory of multi-hued holiday
Decorations ~ this season of the year seems
Like a penance or a punishment ~
With no time off for good behavior ~
I have already braved the icy winds
Once ~ fighting to keep my umbrella
Turned right-side-out and my hat on ~
And now I watch with jaundiced eye
As icy rain smears itself across the panes ~
Ravel’s “Bolero” pours from the speakers ~
Impassioned notes that labor to dispel
The chill of this winter-dark afternoon ~
I sit up taller and unconsciously my body
Turns and yearns toward the source of
All that liquid beauty, those singing
Strings, the spear-like bursts of sound ~
From the bright gleaming brass, with
The underbeat of the drums throbbing
And urging me toward an end I do not
Comprehend but am quite unable to resist ~
And while the chords rush toward the final
Crescendo, my soul is ravished and on fire ~
In a consummation of beauty and music
And the words that cannot describe it
This side of heaven ~
