The Rhythmic Throb

Beautiful tune haunting my heart,
My heartfelt rhythm right from the start.
Giving my life soul a tune to sing,
With a throb that is lingering.
 
Like luscious clouds kissing mountain tips,
You are the song that’s on my lips.
With glistening diamonds reflecting the sun,
My soulful song has now begun.
 
Thrown to the stage with all my might,
I sing the tune and hold on tight.
For I have control to dance the tune,
With precise rhythm that’s over the moon.
 
With little staccatos I hop and dance,
Giving my audience a second glance.
For its their expression from where I learn,
The effect of wording, tuneful discern.
 
For the art of music is but an act,
It enhances the soul, character intact.
It set the heart, mind and soul on fire,
It enhances, engages, soulful desire.
 
To capture the tune from the angelic harp,
Bringing forth magic from Creation Up.
For that is the essence of creativity,
With tuneful songs words too witty.
 
For music is my mind and soul,
It blends in rhythm, to make me whole.
I hear the drums from the ocean and seas,
And the wind does sing its breathless release.
 
The rustle of leaves adds the band,
Shaking and swinging to Creations hand.
Moving slowly rhythmically,
Or with wind force in ecstasy.
 
A tingle through my body that feels the rush,
I close my eyes for the tuneful brush.
Then slowly in rhythm I begin to sway,
To Dance the Dance and through night and day.
 
For the birds around me their chorus sing,
The bells of life, sweet nurturing.
For with the Rainbow I cross the bridge,
To be One with the Sun in love and marriage.
 
For with the sun comes the moon,
The reflective light never gone too soon.
For intrepid silver fills my heart,
For music’s divinity, natures’ art.
 
The stars of beauty diamonds to me,
Resplendent exquisite part of family.
For she is Mother Earth, The Creators Bride,
She has never hidden her feelings or hurt inside.
 
With riotous emotion she shows her love,
By spewing fire to the world above.
In perfect rhythm she creates a spectacle,
It’s the law of nature land creation cycle.
 
With anger and torrent He replies with rain,
To bring cooling to her heart again.
For all he can do is watch from a distance,
And use rain to shower her resistance.
 
For nothing can bring the two as one,
The Earth has her purpose around the sun.
Bringing days and seasons of life,
With Fruits of Labour through tears and toil.
 
She has her prize at the end of the day,
It’s the song of life that in hope to stay.
For she is kissed each morning by the sun,
Who sings to her You Are My Lovely One.
 
For she asks and cries Will You Be There,
Yes, My Love, I am forever just everywhere.
For I am the Joy of the Universe,
In music and dance of life I converse.
 
For I am the beauty that you see around,
It is my loving arms that you surround.
I spin you around to create a smile,
To reward you with happiness all the while.
 
Guiding my hands and feet to rhythm in sight,
Holding my discipline, spirits at height.
For you give me the reason why I should smile,
The music, the fantasy, the dynamic style.
 
For when I am in music, I am my reverie,
Everything around is my infirmary.
For that is when I rise to compose my art,
The magic, the nature, the Creation apart.
 
Music my anthem, my life, my joy,
You are my Creation, the Creators decoy.
For when I am with you I feel the love,
Each moment magical Oh One Above.
 
It leaves me with happiness and a smile,
Beauty and wonder that lingers all the while.
For you are the splendour that beats within me,
The Music, the dance, the Universe, my family.