Amidst cacophony of chaotic wars of life,
young springs of music
stream rivulets of hope
in bubbling harmonic patterns.
Deep within
music spills from auditory visions
of agile breath, fingers, hands
into woodwinds, strings or keys.
Joyfully, it resonates within my being
as sunlit ripples flow,
rivering
splashes and burblings,
slipping and sliding
through my ears to my mind,
immersing my heart
in layered enchantment.
Several streams merge
peacefully pooling
ever so close to silence;
abruptly erupting into fiercely foaming waters
expertly navigating submerged rocky interludes,
its rapids race to crashing waterfalls,
crescendoing
into fluid variations that explode into rainbow hued sprays.
Now melding into
legatoed rivering
past fresh green meadows,
through tree shadowed narrows,
these liquid sounds reach sandbar codas.
Their virtuoso streams stilled,
permeate soil, aquifers and minds.
- Betsy Diaz 6/27/24