Notes floating, fleeting music in the air, <br />Swiftly flying, flowing one after another <br />Shaped in hues and fairydust scents <br />Of a melody once hummed by the birds <br /> <br />Tempo unaccented...a melancholic cure <br />Blended with beats of rhythm and blues <br />Molded into chords of frets and strings <br />Concocted an array of enchanting hymns <br /> <br />Gloomy, tearful eyes shining after a long time <br />Of polished new hopes spirited out from a song <br />Weep not! Say goodbye from sadness and blues <br />Promise never again sing a song out of tune <br /> <br />A song is a path like a journey we traverse <br />Composing and arranging to the ideal of pitch <br />A crescendo of life as in survival of the featest <br />A docendo discimus* from the trials of our lives <br /> <br />If once we have failed to write a song out of verse <br />Another time, another chance if we try to rehearse <br />Stop counting the times we stumble and fall... <br />Start counting the times we have risen from the fall <br /> <br />Music is mysterious like a life of trial and error <br />Of patience and time perfected in its splendor <br />A simple note to melody envisioned so divine <br />A maestro...an orchestra...and a song in time<br /><br />Cynthia Aluning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song-in-time/
