Symphony or Thunder

by jimowensjr

Symphony or thunder,

it matters not to me.

Music fills this one life

with such ecstatic glee.

 

Waking in the morning

to songs of first daylight.

They beckon I should follow

and lift my soul to flight.

 

When midnight dark and black

comes round my troubled heart,

I find myself amazed

by Nature’s purest art.

 

The Songs of All Creation,

some even borne of men,

will ever press me onward

from melodies they send.

 

Symphony or thunder,

it matters not to me.

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