Natures Symphonic Sax
Friday, April 25th, 2008
A symphony starts
when the tempest winds blow,
moving gray cloud pads
behind lightening strings bow.
The thunder brass strikes
between the rain drums beat,
rippling once silent puddles
into hi-hat heat.
Undertones of texture,
crackling rooftop patter,
synthetic ambient ocean pads,
indoor muffled chatter.
Natures atmospheric ensemble,
Rhythm-ized to relax,
through the rain drums beat,
and its symphonic sax.
Ah. Nice, and peaceful.
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Sweet! I’m a jazz pianist and I recognized the feeling.
I love your style.
At a glance, I thought this was titled “Natures Symphonic Sex”
Very nice
I like the visuals. That’s what poetry is suppose to be in my opinion.