Compelled

When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. - Thoreau

beauteous and bountiful

the music travels 'pon the strong, faithful backs of legions of birds

where eagles and spirits soar and truth knows no bounds

touching deeply beyond within

happy, hurried, tickled ivories dance a warbling jig

stepping a divine choreography

flapping like the days and wings of eternity

cymbals of percussion steadily whisking and beckoning to dance hither

the bass boldly asserting its terpsichore

reverberating fermented feelings and emotions like none other

tears dried

hearts gladdened

hands held

heaven swelled

sickness expelled

fears quelled

never-before heard, rhythmic words spelled

hymns and laments screamed and yelled

heaven's high will compelled

Author's Note

"If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away." - Thoreau