Music - Part 1 Poem by Tan Pratonix

Music
is a message of the heart
transmitted to the soul
in drops of cadence
trickling down
a stem of harmony,
to swell into a blushing bud
of notes that warble
in the ear.

Music is a picture of my heart
reflecting unshed tears,
expression of a smile
that frames the inner eye;
in savage melody,
beating jungle drums
to startled cockatoos
and lonely wolves,
the ghostly moon
mirroring
a cold Siberian waste.

Music
is the feathers of a dove,
the exultation of a hymn
sung as a prayer,
the heartbeat of a hoof
galloping to fight,
the gnash of steel,
and rattling chariots
breaking in retreat.

Music
is the roaring of a cataract,
a river flowing to the sea;
the arrow in the air
that strikes a tingle
in the breast.

Music
is the wind that moans
through window-cracks,
the mother
and her child,
the blooming of our lips.

Music
is the rhythm of ethereal tongues
before the patter of the rain,
the sadness of a flute
through nostalgic airs,
the cymbal and the drum
that beat in maddened rage.

Music
is a fruit about to fall,
the toll of bells,
carts winding home
in funereal march.

Music
is the dulcimer and xylophone
spattering in crystal cries
of happy children,
piano and dance,
swaying skirts,
a kiss,
laughter in our eyes.