Bridging Gaps Poem by Carson Tidwell

In a lowly tavern, music from grand halls, echoes
through the dim torch-lit streets.
The violins hum a fetching tune
Bringing together young and old patrons
So that their feet provide a chorus of bass
that quicken the tempo,
thus, puffs of smoke erupt
from the strings. The violinists step
into a world of euphoria.
A place where fish swim up waterfalls
to become dragons.
Where great islands drift
through the sky.
Where every city is paved with gold,
and the people sleep contently,
their bellies full of delicate food and good wine.