Strings Strummed

An adagio.

Photograph by Author.

The beat was indiscernible And merged with other sounds The sea sang, and the wind whistled On their daily rounds.

In the quiet of nightfall Strings strummed an adagio Poised between the light and dark Mystical and slow.

The music moved like a night breeze And brushed my sonorous senses Clear and mellow, rich and full No excuses or pretences.

Softly in the corridors Reverberant in the rooms Drifting through the doorways In beautiful costumes.

Much like meditation A quiet symphony of sound The adagio seeps into my mind Quiet, slow, deep, and profound.

In the trees, the music drifts Dancing in the light Pearls set in a lacework Of rhythm and delight.

The apple blossom quivers As the bright light butterfly Rests and tests tranquillity Then ascends slowly with a sigh.

Each day I listen to the wind At night, the soft caress Of the slow adagio As sound and music coalesce.

©

David Rudder 2025

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