Tag Archives: Poery by Ian D. Hall

Life’s Orchestra.

What was there before the strings,

the resonating beauty of a violin

caught in the midnight chime

of my ears and soul,

what was there before that…

 

What was there before the beat of a drum,

the sniff of palpitation of my heart

that rose and shivered

in time as the snare cut across Time,

what was there before that…

 

What was there before the electricity,

the hum and the feedback

that snarled and kissed

like an angel dressed in red, a riff blessed,