Music and the Elements

Breathing in cool October air
is the beginning of this concerto;
looking at the sunrise over the mountains
is the opening.
As the piece moves forward
the notes go lower and higher
as the rolling hills go endlessly onward.
Using your hands to climb over dirt and rocks
is the lower strings, calling forth intensity within oneself.
The high held angelic notes are like
holding melting ice.
As the notes climb higher
your skin accepts the cold, embraces it.
And when that harmony is over
it leaves your hands wet and cold, seemingly numb
because the last angelic high note has left you speechless.
And you wonder if it was ever there.