I felt like writing something and the beauty of sound was on my mind.

Symphonic
By: Caleb Kestner

Sifting sound in semblance seem a million things or more

The songs of long lost ages crash like fists a upon a door

Music floats through vaulting hauls and spins through shining air

Tendrils flowing gently down like strands of golden hair

Orchestras a thousand strong or wandering minstrels few

From might oaks of silence symphonies of songs do hew

Stirring fast emotions that before would barely turn

Teaching lessons never taught to those who could not learn

The chorus of the rustling leaves the music of the snow

The gurgles of a bubbling brook that sing as well as flow

Music’s simple majesty, the beauty of a tune

Moments if to late begun may also end too soon

Hearing’s not the greatest sense but still the most enjoyed

Providing that the sounds they sense are properly employed

Music makes complete the heart and sound fulfills the soul

Sight may paint the picture but its sound that makes it whole