Silken movements through the air <br />Embraces the teeth of a gentle giant <br />Random motions on black and fair <br />Soothes the static so defiant <br /> <br />Transported through all time and space <br />The journey itself, and journey's end <br />Burst with vibrance, style and grace <br />Souls with tears begin to mend <br /> <br />A staccato here, it jumps in glee <br />A whilstle of trills go skimming past <br />Quavers leap forth, swift and free <br />now a pause - happy beats don't last <br /> <br />Rolling thunder by the horizon <br />Adagio dampens with melancholy <br />Ominous and tragic, one Beethoven <br />Cries in dread of future folly <br /> <br />Ache and wandering begin to tire <br />As short limbs forced in Fugue to contort: <br />like trudging a lifetime deep in mire <br />Prokofiev, likely, any modern sort <br /> <br />Superfluous, rich with colour <br />black and crimson with fire and brimstone <br />Or cantabile like a purple flower <br />chances on her when she's alone.<br /><br />Tiffanie Lein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/december-16/
