In my dream, I am wandering
Through a large concert hall
All the seats are empty
And the orchestra pit is bare
There is no conductor
And no scores on the stands
Yet there is music vibrating through me
Embellished not with quarter or half tones
But with a spectrum of mysterious signals
From the composer within all things
The roof is slowly opening up to the sky
As an overwhelming feeling of contentment
Lifts me above the bright lights
Arranging my thoughts into the pulses of a radiant symphony
I can now feel the miraculous instruments of life
Begin to play within my thoughts
Tuning up with the stars
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Reviews of "Dream Scene (q) ... Tuning Up with the Stars"
Such a beautiful write! Its filled with so many entities - divine power and love, peace and serenity, magic, cosmic love and contentment. Its just wonderful!
Jude, you had me right from the title... but... this one blew me down: "the composer within all things..." I just lingered on that line for a bit, a creation of words. That's the sort of line that any self-respecting poet should wish like hell he/she had written.
I especially like the way you "punctuated" the piece by spacing it from cuplet to some bulk to 1 line alone and on... You're very clever that way. Great stuff... I'm keeping this one. katy xox
Attuned with the stars is what it sounds like to me, Robert. This is an excellent dream. I like the vibrations then the roof opening up to welcome you into the ethers idea. Your excellent images had me elevating into the galaxies to become one with the music of the universe. Awesome write! I like this a lot.
Take care,
Sherry
I can just imagine "tuning up with the stars" and having the privilege of playing music with them. This is awesome, Jude. Right up my alley of thinking. Thank you for sharing this poetic offering. Love and peace to you. Regis
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on July 15, 2005
Sounds like a trip I would like to go on :-) Have you ever had the experience of hearing music while you are writing poetry and then realizing it is in your mind because there is no music on?
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Beautifully inspiring and the imagery so vivid and alive, a mind so alive and powerful... :)
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I especially like the way you "punctuated" the piece by spacing it from cuplet to some bulk to 1 line alone and on... You're very clever that way. Great stuff... I'm keeping this one. katy xox
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An exquisite dream, exceptionally depicted.
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Take care,
Sherry
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I can relate to this dream very strongly.
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