Music is the harmonious voice of creation, an echo of the invisible
world, one note of the divine concord which the entire universe
is destined one day to sound.―Giuseppe Mazzini
let joyful wood and brass and string and skin
raise up a hallelujah to the King!
let rocks cry out, as voices from within
their muted silence clap their hands and sing!
let dashing waves in chorus intercede,
as rippling rivers whisper soft reprieve;
and when bruised bamboo blades bright descants bleed,
let wanton winds their pent-up tunes relieve!
let treetop birds their crested pipes enlarge
in enharmonic cadences that drift
through dancing wis-wis, whose long arms recharge
the tremolos of eden's second-shift!
fine flautists fluting on their fipple flutes
of bamboo forests fashion woodwind suites,
deft drummers drumming on their drums find roots
as, with resplendent song, percussion meets.
let dulcet cave crescendos stir the deep,
aeolian harpers harping on their harps!
let wistful weeping willows no more sleep,
as heav'n unites earth's sweet orchestral corps!
©Copyright 2023 July 15
by Clyve A. Bowen♫