Hymn

The front row seat

eyes closed under the sun that sweeps

in and out in her finest cloud stole,

the notes play like a symphony

and I am carried away in the peace of the present.

Musical interlude

invisible strings pluck the bars

as the twinkling pitch of sound

drift on the wind to my ears.

I am lost in the hymn of the whisper of breeze

endless in its beauty,

a gift of a piece that marks the moments

as sweet escape into the concerto.

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6 thoughts on “Hymn

  1. Such a beautifully written piece, Kim:

    “the notes play like a symphony

    and I am carried away in the peace of the present.

    Musical interlude

    invisible strings pluck the bars

    as the twinkling pitch of sound

    drift on the wind to my ears.

    I am lost in the hymn of the whisper of breeze

    endless in its beauty,

    a gift of a piece that marks the moments

    as sweet escape into the concerto”

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