guitar in hand--- music surrounds me

trumpets shout halleluiah;
trombones bellow testimonials;
bass drums dance in spirits;
while violas string deliverance;

all in perfect harmony

until the piano keys call for silence.

the saxophones rest;
the flutes un-draw their blinds;
the tambourines bow their heads;

then all woodwind hearts & harmonic minds are cleared.

I sigh in spiritual release from
a strived-for melodic peace.

guitar in hand--- silence surrounding me

my head can finally bow,
my watery eyes can now close.

I feel so moved.

for I’ve journeyed to study the life art of reading,
composing, & conducting the instruments

that perform and create distinctive sounds
I’ve had to learn to spiritually identify---

without sheets of reference for even the
most foreign echoes of noise.

and my--- has my conductibility grown.

I’ve grown to the clout of piano keys and can silence wrong

oboes in tunes of tribulation;
cellos on false judgment strings;
even choirs of remorse whispering
shame in 3-dimensional harmonization;

with just the wave of my hands.

to achieve the most
indescribable & implausible
silence known to man-

a surround silence that awaits
the commencement of my benediction
alone in unison

with my guitar in hand--- to perform the
acoustic prayer.

amen.

Mark Anthony Thomas
Copyright © 2004
F rom The Poetic Repercussion

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