*Boethius wrote his tripartite definition of music
in a prison cell awaiting execution.*
Musica Instrumentalis
Supple tunes with dulcet harmonies,
echoing through hills and forests
soothe, enliven and assure us all
with nascent thoughts of unity.
Deep within its tonal weave
a soft voice whispers, “there is more.”
Music Humana
Bound within our pliant shells
with pumps and bones and sinews joined
chants an elemental litany, “You are one”!
Spun from helices of DNA.
our throats and tongues are set to motion
raising pleas to heaven, “Tell us more!”
Musica Mundana
Harmony reigns in interstellar space
with all in motion – all in place.
Celestial choirs with essence energy,
tuned and voiced to gravity's cosmic chords,
intone with interstellar euphony,
“We are music of the spheres from which all others spring.”
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 10:38 AM UTC
*Boethius wrote his tripartite definition of music
in a prison cell awaiting execution.*
Musica Instrumentalis
Supple tunes with dulcet harmonies,
echoing through hills and forests
soothe, enliven and assure us all
with nascent thoughts of unity.
Deep within its tonal weave
a soft voice whispers, “there is more.”
Music Humana
Bound within our pliant shells
with pumps and bones and sinews joined
chants an elemental litany, “You are one”!
Spun from helices of DNA.
our throats and tongues are set to motion
raising pleas to heaven, “Tell us more!”
Musica Mundana
Harmony reigns in interstellar space
with all in motion – all in place.
Celestial choirs with essence energy,
tuned and voiced to gravity's cosmic chords,
intone with interstellar euphony,
“We are music of the spheres from which all others spring.”
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