Her Music Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Old as the sea is her music
Singing so softly in tone
Every division there going
With feelings that fly away
Summer is set to her music
There where she walks alone
Sunshine on ocean glowing
Until the night meets a day

Old as the sky now closing
Is every tune falling in
Dreams that were once full
Now into their beautiful sing
Bring her soul to its rousing
In their mystical dark spin
When only glimpse on sky rule
To the new daybreak to bring

Clean as the waves flowing
To and fro in their time
Her music comes to the shore
Giving fresh tones of beauty
Just like night that's going
With every tone in its prime
Always to bring freshly more
Triumph of orchestral tutti!


*** See the picture here: http: //www.flickr.com/photos/peter_s_quinn/4350983823/