The Cadence, Of The Silence, And The Note Poem by Robert Hilary

a rope, tethered with one thousand colors, endlessly drifting, intertwining. seamlessly weaving and combining. forming layers of depth and sight. forming shape, to day, to night. In this beautiful bounty, these ribbons' surround we, making tangible, our dreams, our hopes. the colors bend and wind, as they dance throughout our lives, outlining, the ancient heart of song. as we dance as we play, we fade away, from the sun, to the shade, and unto dark. i end this poem, with a treasure i hold..
the cadence, of the silence, and the note. <3