THE CONDUCTOR
He is a dam through which all sounds enter
Wrapped in blue-evening’s twinkling shawl
The river glides, sings a wordless tune
Something forgotten no longer recalled
The sublime voice of the universe howls
The river now sways in step with the moon
It cares for nothing keeps bad company
Trees voices take flight in a lyrical croon
The stars are aligned in brisk harmony
Rustling bushes rumble in low base notes
The grass sings tenor in their new green coats
The strains of this music weave savage like
The west wind humming sky flashing lightning
The cold cracked concrete path is now frightened
Bright rods of musical tones stun the night
O soulful tune conducted by Triton
Copyright 2012 Dennis John Ferado
Photograph by Thomas Pryor
