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.”
Included in Unity Tree - Collected poems pub. CreateSpace - Amazon.com