As I close my eyes
and listen to the oboe, I write thusly:
I can envision cool water running down
the mountain, a waterfall, refreshing, exhilarating, I am enlightened by
sound.
A mood is hastened,
oh so gently.
The strings enjoin
the oboe in a dance not macabre but of joy, strengthening into knowledge, into
understanding. Shed no tears for love is not far off. Enlightenment
can be attained through goodness and charity and prayer. Beauty and sincerity
end their sensual dance as the oboe fades into nothingness.
Rich M.
July 2020
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