Wings feathered with notes
As they soar up high the music is
Played,
Listened,
Melody
Within the movement, wings
Are of sound, gracing upon the wind
Carried along the breeze
Faint notes heard,
From miles around,
Notes,
Keys,
Melody
Is played upon wings, a flurry
Of air catching a moment, resonates
Perfect pitch
Culminating
In a quartet of perfect moments,
That bring emotions
From those that catch
The moments of these wings
Of pure notes, the beauty
Felt within as if *touching the soul.