I close my eyes
The violins begin to play
Like warm waves gliding across the bay
The drums join in like distant thunder
The haunting sound of the woodwind is a wonder
Images dance across my mind
like liquid silk flowing
or golden sparklers glowing
A rare evening, content and kind.
©2016, Corinne Jones
Reproduced with permission.
“Music” – A Poem by Corinne Jones
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