Saturday, August 8, 2015

The melody will not be denied,
     Gleaned from dreams,
          Crafted with skill and grace.

The tune reveals itself in black on white,
     Echoing into ivory,
          While a full moon prowls rakish clouds. 

The stillness outside belies the churn within,
     The refrain encases the song,
          As darkness unlocks perfect symphonies.


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