The Mystery Of Music Poem by Subrata Ray

The Mystery Of Music

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The Mystery Of Music.
Music by nature is without word,
As the dumb in us prevails,
The notes within find flow,
As boats of melody sail.

The melody is a predominating de-facto,
That stirs ecstasy first in human lyre,
Then in a piano its aura dissipates fire.
Intricate, subtle, as sleeping quanta in Unconscious,
Within the unified-field, in every field it has a divine touch.

Music bubbles in polyphonic notes,
Both in vocal-tone and instrument,
The Dumb-Divine supplies wine,
As Jackson equals to Beethoven’s crescendo.

Music with melody blooms in Avatar’s tongue,
And the listeners get stirred in a spiritual hang.
Monophonic in origin, as white light is,
Colors as symphony when through prism it is released.

It remains buried in the inert,
As piano, violin, lyre, and flute,
The artist secondary evokes tune,
When the Divine within supplies the wit.

Sunday, December 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Aleja Bennett 17 July 2016

Write on my brother

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Manonton Dalan 06 December 2015

I love music from nature...it's great

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Kumarmani Mahakul 06 December 2015

Mystery of music is very well expressed in this context. Wisely penned poem shared definitely.10

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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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