Earth tones and pastels,
Images that float as melodies that seem to rest upon a single note.
Melancholic moods, solitary themes
Geometric patterns like something from a dream.
Harmonies and textures
so pure they touch the soul,
colors soft and subtle
shape the parts into a whole.
Dissonance in resonance, symmetry divided –
something there that’s absolute, and something undecided.
Implicit conversations, childlike and profound
The music of the Cosmos is heard – without a sound.
Poem by Frank Weber
Anima Mundi Pub. copyright 2021