Eden sings

Music clings to the soul

as satin cloth

its glossy folds

accentuates each spin

and calls with siren power

to the beauty within.

Craggy hands and calloused fingers

conjure from the air

sweet vibrations,

for the ear to feast upon,

that cannot be seen

without the closing of eyes.

The transport of soul

initiated by chord or note

that seeks harmonic mate

amid the waves that break

beyond the heart

and flood with tidal sweep

into the sleepless void

that mortals keep

between them now.

And Eden sings

in blue and golden wonder

with the walking in the garden

and evening’s song

of mystery.