Whence begins a brand new day
Old bitter clouds die parched
Overflowing rivers marched
To green from darkest gray

Hence so falls a sad lament
To a blithe and silent death
Sorrow sighs a childless breath
In taciturn descent

Thence a soul is unconfined
Left free to its devices
To entertain that which entices
A just and fertile mind

When frequencies all around us get to singing
We don't hear frequencies
We hear music  
Even if discordant
When frequencies agree
We're blessed to hear the best angels of ourselves
When we hear the harmony
That renders us peaceful
And graced with balance
With Bach, the head translates life's frequencies to the heart
With Coltrane, the heart translates life's frequencies to the head.
We all hear music
No matter what path music may take to be heard.

If everyone
Got
What they wanted
No one
Would
Get anything

It was autumn
A better day could not have been asked for
The clouds were on vacation
The laser-like rays of the sun dotted the yellow, red and brown
Discarded cloaks of the Maples, Oaks and Birches  
Cloaks which were lazily dropped upon the forest floor
A cool, mercurial breeze playfully roused the brightly colored leaves
Into a chorus of whispering mysteries.