The echoing descant translates the harmony into my head

Making this treasured bundle of maternal comfort feel suddenly foreign

I’m always shocked as the explosion of emotion sets in

It’s as if my self is attached to the breath of the world through music

Every chord amplifies the ringing pitch of each string

The reverberating hum gets louder as the fingers connect with a whispering touch

Euphoria sets in as I can feel it flowing through me

Imprinting, now paving the neuro path to concrete memories

Eloquently playing, as might a painter if,

IF he could hear the shapes and the colors he entertains

Strokes of rainbow symphonies that fan out and fade

An orchestral picture perfect love song exhibit

I am grateful for the G chord….everything goes with the G chord. ❤

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