MAR 2018 DIURNAL NOTATION
The music of waking is never coarse
It swells with every gentle stroke
A crescendo of strings, lilting, uplifting,
invigorating
The music of noon is seldom dulcet
Harsh notes. Abrupt punctuation marks
Staccato jabs stabbing the air like
Orchestral Horns
The music of evening is manna for the weary
Soothing the worries of the day
A classical guitar plucking at
heartstrings, breathing life’s essence
The music of night is romance
Dreams soaring on kaleidoscopic wings
A solo saxophone stoking the embers of sweet
transgression
The music of the sleeping is calm
Quietly renewing. Slowly healing. Restoring
balance
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