Symphony Of The Heart Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

In the chamber of the chest, a maestro dwells,
Conducting life's most intricate song.
With each beat, a new movement swells,
A rhythm to which all emotions belong.

The strings of arteries vibrate with care,
Pulsing melodies of joy and of strife.
While ventricles drum a steady air,
The percussion section of a complex life.

Valves like cymbals clash and close,
In perfect time, they never cease.
Through crescendos of love, the tempo grows,
In sorrow's lull, it finds release.

Listen close to the body's score,
As it plays through night and day.
In rest, pianissimo it explores,
In passion, fortissimo holds sway.

Adrenaline's trumpet calls out clear,
When danger or excitement abound.
While oxytocin's flute, sweet and dear,
In moments of tenderness is found.

Each life writes its unique refrain,
No two symphonies quite the same.
Yet all hearts, in joy and pain,
Play on in this cosmic game.

Sometimes discordant notes intrude,
Arrhythmias of doubt and fear.
But the heart's orchestra, ever renewed,
Finds harmony year after year.

So let your heart play loud and strong,
Its music is yours alone to share.
For in this grand, unending song,
Lies the beauty of being here and now, aware.

From first faint notes in mother's womb,
To the final, fading, gentle chime,
The symphony of heart gives bloom
To the magnificent music of time.