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