Rhythm of Life

Haunting music of the soul

Middle C is really where we begin to learn... 

There are flats and sharps in variations... 

Playing with both hands composing harmony 

Expressions of melancholy and dreams where 

possibilities occur... 

Movements of moments where feelings collide... 

Violins play in delicate persuasion and 

the drums softly seduce the rhythm of the night... 

while cymbals bring a conclusion to the  finale.  

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

life begins, life varies in what it throws at us, and we attempt to reach a harmony within and without, many possibilities...feelings collide with others and within ourselves...
a delicate balance...plays into the night...
and then with a bang...we are gone...
wonderful metaphor here.
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... my last lines were intended to be suggestive, but you are correct... we will leave with cymbals clashing as a grand finale... I am hoping to have a sense of discovery in the vast Universe when I leave... hope I am not disappointed. Thanks for an extraordinary review, as ever, Pat

[Lorry]

So glad that you concluded on the rhythm of my life, which sounds like I've fell on a drumkit some time in my past, sending cymbals clattering and impersonating a cacophony of angry rattlesnakes. Welcome to my world Pat. 😀
May the harmony long continue inspiring such beautiful writing.

[Patricia Wedel]

Wow! Lorry... "concluding on your life... "sending cymbals clattering and impersonating a cacophony of angry rattlesnakes". Thanks for stopping by in the Musical Pit of an orchestrated Drama. as ever, Pat

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

What a beautiful and subtle way of alluding to the different stages of life. Life is a poem, written in stages, until it concludes and takes a bow.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Linda... I adore your interpretation of my poetry. Life is a Sonnet... and I am still learning the technique of the measures. I hope to read your poetry soon. truly, Pat