Music To My Eyes
I woke up this sunny morning
to see one of Ravel's symphonies,
a moving mélange of branches and leaves
dancing outside my window.
The orchestra, a grove of swaying trees
sashaying under a cloudless blue sky.
Big trees, the basso profundos,
willowy slender legato trees graciously whirling to and fro.
Splendid harmonies could be heard for miles,
bobbbing and weaving with grand finesse
that even a Muhammed Ali would envy.
Milton P. Ehrlich