Word Music Poem by Robert Charles Howard

Poetic glyphs scratched on a page.
external and internal rhymes
and rhythms conjoined
like illuminated Gregorian pages -
stories intoned in syntax -
cradled in the world of sound.

A pianist's fingers sculpt
a solitary chord to banish the silence -
sound metaphors bloom like flora -
melodic alchemy brewing
a rich harmonic broth
where heart and hands
nourish and delight the palettes
of our several souls.

A singer inhales and
emits threads of spun gold
loomed into a magic carpet bound
for a sonic garden of Eden
where the music of words
unites with the grammar of sound.

Poetry and music:
enchanted spirit realms
that read as strange as they sound
and sound as strange as they are.