Silent Symphony
The diminuendo of a feather’s launch,
Light as a soundless dance
On the breath of the wind,
Unbound by the earth’s heavy grasp,
It soars, a silent symphony in the sky.
No destination,
No end in sight,
Just the endless embrace of quiet vibrations,
A journey without a map,
A voyage of freedom and grace.
It flutters its crescendo through the golden rays of dawn,
And glides beneath the silver moon’s glow,
A timeless traveler, forever in flight,
A symbol of dream music that never ceases.
In the vast expanse of the heavens,
It finds its home in the sostenuto of the lift,
A feather, forever in musical flight,
A testament to the beauty of a seemingly boundless levitation
Suspending a mere feather of endless travel.
Ron