The Song Of Life Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

The song of life is ever stirring
Its constant music of the spheres
Amazed at its continued whirring
My earthbound heart the magic hears

Though often clouds of strife are blurring
Creation’s perfect harmonies
Those muffled melodies occurring
Crescendo soon as symphonies

The tones and tunes within my being
Ring with a pitch set to a key
That undulates while ever seeing
Dreams can be real and ought to be

Our human orchestra is needful
Of every instrument and voice
The great conductor ever heedful
That every member has his choice

Sometimes a drum pounds out its rhythms
Then violins sonatas play
Pianos pierce the air like prisms
And let the concert take its sway

How grand our hall of celebration
Its ceiling spans an endless blue
The floor in green reverberation
Makes the acoustics loud and true

Each soul on earth is sorely needed
In this life’s jubilant event
Each sound and note enjoyed and heeded
By our composer, heaven sent

At times I hear in wild percussion
The global opus without cease
An offering of great compassion
It truly is a masterpiece.