FOR HOBI

SOULMAKER

 

Your gaze pins the beat glistening

like a golden plummet

in the darkly burnished glow.

You burgeon from point to plane

to flame, into rarest grace

within the trammels of precision,

gliding and rolling

like a molten blaze, bending light

and air, shining every shade -

day, moon and phare,

rising mists and falling twilight -

kindling stars in your wake.

Tones arc like arrows toward your

feet, hovering like wings,

twinkling and ringing

as you pattern your way through

singing indigo rays.

 

You expand into dimensions

I neither know nor see, melting into

music’s truth,

transfiguring into its mirror.

Notes, charmed by their crested

reflections, find new voices,

sparkling as though endowed with

numina and harmony

they did not know they craved.

Rhythms lure and loft

you into haunting, haunted waves,

every strand sinuous

and sharp possessing your sinews

and bones, sweeping into

melodic bands and tracing gravity,

sculpting the furnace

and symbols that forge your spins

and steps till creator, creation

and receptacle merge into a field…

like heaven.

 

I imbibe each fire-driven, silver-struck,

gold-finished leap

along the Universe’s limb that echoes

the thunder peal of the spirit,

the lightning of the heart,

for such craft is soul making,

where moments crescendo into Art.

The last cadence descends

to earth; you alight into it as an Angel,

as I sink into goneness,

for I am calcined, restored to ashes,

set on the course to my Inner Sun.

 

© 2021 Lilium Candidum

Lily’s Verse

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