to what do we owe the honor?
orchestra of dreams
symphony of asynchronous bows
across strings of life
rhythms of the heart duly expressed
alongside melodic waves of finely tuned expressions
harmony joins to create splendor
interwoven images of beauty
a mosaic of bleeding canvases
upon these pages
mere notes, lines, and clefs
life is written
love is found
soul is created
through my dreams
my orchestra plays
through moments of dissonance
through moments of consonance
my life rests
