Musical notes of clarinet, oboe, violin, flute & drum,
Floating ethereally on clouds as they go, hum & strum,
Like silken web threads released from their spinnings,
As moths in glass museums released from sad pinnings.
Trillings frilly & flying, wafting & tooted &
freely fluted,
Light & lyrical, not churned & hard, nor tightly
sore rooted,
Little notes of silver silk, one by one in wind, softly
tinkling,
Like tiny crystals tossed from Angel´s hand, lightly sprinkling.
Little characters embracing with the love of true melodic
tunes,
Filling ebony nights with romance beneath gentle summer
moons,
Escaping from monotonic scalings & chordings on soft
eternal high,
Leaving behind mortals, flying up & far away to heavens
awaiting sky.
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