Invisible Music Made Opaque
The rain falls down as if in chords, as if
A symphony in quietness, playing on
The quietest of instruments as stiff
As thin percussion ones with brushes drawn
Across them, metal brushes on a drum.
The only notes we hear as notes are made
By one male skylark set against the hum
Of almost hiss the rain provides. The shade
Of trees protects him just enough to let
His music float. The music of the spheres
Is being stretched out here in this duet,
The music of winged gods and not just years.
..The middle of the rain is pierced straight through
….With birdsong giving ears another view.
~ Phillip Whidden