There are loud and quiet parts
And fast parts and slow parts
And melodic parts and rhythmic parts
The crescendo stops and starts

The music is interlaced with bombastic interludes
That shake the foundations of souls' flowing attunements
Hearts melt, ungluing
Emotion protruding
Trees sway in cadence
The forest is swooning

Cockatoos cackle in arpeggiated echo
Strings hum in C to the climb of the gecko
A million shrill voices of Nature in tune
Yet the forest is quieter than a town's ballyhoo

The people don't get it
They keep building high
They won't come down to the ground
Don't we all want to fly?
But, maybe, the clouds are correct for the flock
And not for the flight of some big, metal blocks
With mechanical wings
And mechanical things
And big, hulking engines
That pour filth
Don't you think?

Nature is magic
Music is king
People should dance
In this world on the brink
And be much more open
To mysterious things

Love is the doctor
Take a spoonful and drink.

The Music of Life © 2019 eltonbomB

Mastering by Robert Trifunović.