Simplicity's Song

To write of things innate
And those things not yet known
To bleed a concerto, time's very own
Musicality of moments embraced

To compose all things unseen
Like the silence of sun called home
Or the wisdom of an unwritten tome,
A hymn lying within a scholar's mind

To scribe of flawed perfection
An aria of perfect vision
Played on strings of His decision
Strummed by beatings of the heart

To breathe of things sometimes not heard
And the scent as summer fades....
Taken by the wind with memories made
Every word becomes a song!

Ah yes, the lyrics of things innate
Born into us and so embraced.
The flow of notes amid what's unseen
And the rhyme that hums within the mind
A lullaby, a symphony, of sweet perfection
Complex rhythms that stir the heart
But the most beautiful composition never heard
Is poetry played as simplicity's song