Sunday, August 12, 2007

Noel Edison

When he who dreams the music rules the barn
"Come hither" fingers flutter his intent
And those who watch the dreamer, sing his song
Bring life to mind's imaginings again.

The sound that grows to fill the arching hall
Has currents deep and fast and transient
That warm not cool the inner core of life
And flow to places nothing else can find.

Four hundred creaking softly in the dark
Are we who watch the back of this event.
The sound sublime revives our tired souls
We dream the dream together in content.


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