Sweet vibrations unheard

What's not harmony
for none told me how it sounds;
wish i could show thee -
in my island of repose,
all that thrives is a cliff rose.

With manmade forbade
in here, each song is vestal.
dawn to dusk to dawn -
birds chirp to sea's percussives,
notes coddled by swaying trees.

I am beholden
to Him, for this ensemble
exclusive to me;
every melody ensued by,
deaf thou call me, don't know why.

Aug 21, 2012