Morning Music No. 1

Cello Suite No. 1 the hum of chainsaws the din of passers by neighbor’s tea kettles sing I sip my coffee, just too hot domino sleeps in today, much like everyday Bach helps me think Peer Gynt Suite No.1 Morning Mood, I believe suddenly the grandeur of the day fills my heart with song, with possibility, with delight. The lull, I do not know what it is called, tapers me down, like a feather, falling from the height of crescendo Symphony No. 5 The day quickens, my heart bellows with emotion, with purpose, with sanguine power the problems of the day suddenly seem simultaneously insurmountable and yet powerless against my vigor. the trumpets remind me of a cavalry bugle, charging in I am not alone, even in solitude. The movement continues, contrasting these romantic dramatic forces of being as such, the tea kettles whisper like flutes, the chainsaws like drums my dog like a rest amidst it all. The symphony of my morning is indefatigable. And I As its conductor have unfamiliar power