Philharmonic. (part I)

chadwick

Filling my hearing
each sound
growing acoustic cherry blooms
like a slight inch worm
scratching my skin
in sunlight blasts.

Each leaf
every tree
a trumpet,
a brass section.

To my ears
cellos have strings
similar to thunder on gentle
but stern
and descending apart.

Listening to the sun
is the sound
of angels
in concert
within myself

I have a river’s reflection
for a face
ripples over stone
are my years.

The sound of water
is my birth name on repeat
like rain.

Here
symphonies are colors
loving my eyes into music.

As birds fly over head
harps become fishing eagle claws
ascending from within.

To be continued…

chadwick

Philharmonic. (part II)

Filling her hearing
each sound
grows acoustic cherry blooms
like a slight inch worm
scratching her skin
in sunlight blasts.

Each leaf
every tree
a trumpet
a brass section.

To her ears
cellos have strings
similar to thunder on gentle
but stern
and descending apart.

Listening to the sun
is the sound
of angels
in concert
within herself.

She has a river’s reflection
for a face
ripples over stone
are her years.

The sound of water
is her birth name on repeat
like rain.

Here
symphonies are colors
loving her eyes into music.

As birds fly overhead
harps become fishing eagle claws
ascending from her.

To be continued...

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chadwick wrote:

Philharmonic. (part II)



To be continued...

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