The Story
The Images
The Poetry
The Author

The beginning crescendo.

They rise and fall

According to how they're writ.

The dots fall to a beat.

The melodious wonder.

The thene peaks in and out,

As sailing on the sea,

As if an ocean were calling to me.

The final forte.

The grand theme comes to an end

And I remain in my reverie.

Silent, as the bits and pieces resonate inside me.

10/23/97