no price was charged
or admission ticket required
no stub
or membership rules posted.
i felt the moving mystery!
it gathered all the straining ears
along a horned path
with vibrating strings
playing the famous Mussorgsky song in four parts
of ethereal lighter-than-air
loudness
and diminishing softly,
the tidal wave moodily sweeping water spray sound
around
& then a quick flair for the flamboyant:
the kettle drum and French horn;
keys with flutes attached,
and a sustained trombone blast and some elfish piccolos;
a large section of bass, deeply humming in tune.
incessant rock knock and pound surround,
The Kingdom
of finest woven lace
weaving notes of orchestral tempest.
and those brilliant escaping images,
fleeing from practiced instruments,
kept moodily circling
with fingers of humankind grandly being toyed about.
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