Morning Music No. 1, by John Moore Subscribe to rss feed for John Moore

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
Posted: 2015-10-25 16:49:16 UTC

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