| The Ionian Smile
Encased within veneered walls a brewing silence steeps;
Cords of steel lay stretched in place, await arousal from their sleep.
A touch so slight as a feathers might , might be all it takes,
To send a sound so rich and round through the ether should they wake.
Whose hands can defy the tempting eye to tickle the eighty-eights;
What curious mind or emboldened heart would guard an ivory gate?
Stonehenge apparitions cloaked in ancient style,
Fifty two white and thirty six black; an Ionian toothed smile.
Seven letters poised in apostolic form,
Lay written and arranged along the alphabetic norm.
Resolving sounds in Fifths abound, toward its dominant key,
Where every black, sharp or flat, will rule by decree.
Now the Fourths will make their march, thumping along the way,
Pumped and primed, with signature timed, until they’ve had their say.
Symmetrical patterns sequentially laid; a code of thought displayed,
Twelve keys turn this zodiac, notated and conveyed.
Structures in time that sometimes rhyme; a decree from Harmony,
Melodious lines that float through time, echo transparently.
Splendid and sublime, sound the sounds of time,
Invisible orbs in airy flight, augment the day and diminish the night.
P. Marks
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