Tune of Relaxation

"Relaxation - Enya"

He strokes ever so slightly with
tips brushing notes into ivory-ballads,
emanating like a cool salty breeze
rippling the surface into distorted
reflections of overhead seagulls.

        Each off beat falls placidly
        under and over the next,
        wavelengths like soft linen quilts:
        off colors blended
        so perfectly, so oddly.

I only see the resilience of eyelids,
Yet I hear grand valleys: shadow-cast trees
expanding like tunnels, and beyond are
puff-delicate clouds shifting fragrantly
in the distance;

        they glide like the harmony
        of nature, an intertwining
        of opposing keystrokes
        and notes into a counterpoint
        tune of Relaxation.