Natures Symphonic Sax

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.

There are 4 comments in this article:

  1. 25/04/2008Tamera says:

    Ah. Nice, and peaceful.

    Tamera’s last blog post..Ready to Go

  2. 28/04/2008scott sheperd says:

    Sweet! I’m a jazz pianist and I recognized the feeling.
    I love your style.

  3. 30/04/2008Kobra says:

    At a glance, I thought this was titled “Natures Symphonic Sex”

  4. 3/07/2008Kevin Goodman says:

    Very nice

    I like the visuals. That’s what poetry is suppose to be in my opinion.

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