Unheard

That operatic sunset
Playing silent music.
Beauty unheard.
Yet
Feelings run much deeper
With that mute
Harp from the heart.
A symphony
Conducted
With notes of brightest hue.
By invisible maestro
Where fantasy flew.

That waxing moon
Burns bright.
The aria
Stolen from sleeping sunlight.
And
The wind whistles sweet melody
Of jingling stars.
Such wonder resounds
From spanish guitars
Through my dreams.
Serenades of unheard lovers
Stifling their screams.
Concertos exquisite
Continue to visit
Like a candle to the soul.
That unspoken croon
Of a broken tune
On calming seas
Will roll.
Unheard.
Like a solitary bird
Singing
To the twilight shoal.

by Kevin East

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