Music's Symphony Poem by Star Dust

A finger below the ear,
As the music begins to play,
And you try to organize your feelings inside,
The sweet flying melody,
But how could anyone make standing of white keys pressed,
With long fingers of excellence,
Poised to play and not to wonder,
How the others take the art inside,
How the sound softens your soul,
And creates dancing images in mind,
Of the tone racing across to reach another passion,
You feel you see the hand wave down,
And silence waits for a hum,
And then a drum,
To break the barriers of innocent resonance,
Break the line of questions,
In a one that will look past the words and find a meaning,
How could one find a flaw?
In such countless beauty,
Of rain falling,
Dropping below your feet,
For there is no ground when you close you eyes,
And find a story yet to be told,
A story filled with unseen pictures and obscure significance,
A song for a spirit that is eager to listen,
Listen and hear,
The tempo staggering across the sky,
In a frosty room of imagination,
Teeming with harmony
With smiles and tears of happiness.