Above The Beyond

September 29, 2021

Music is the highest art,

eternity its host

Time enraptured note by note,

transcendence dose by dose

Calling out and drawing in,

beyond all paint and stone

The minstrel frees the poet’s words

—and drives the feelings home

(Listening To Bohemian Rhapsody: September, 2021)

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