Heaven on Strings
The slender fingers of Astria,
Star-maiden and teary-eyed,
and angels suffused in melodies
stroking lovely strings of the harp,
sending vibrations hitherward,
massaging nervous nerves,
melting castles and cathedrals,
wood and stone into air,
into voices of the divine,
heaven breaking
through the sky, the clouds,
riding on the wind and rain,
landing on thorns and thickets,
stroking them with soft hands
until they become pliant,
then into liquid flowing
through the pores, along the spine,
into the ears of the heart,
bringing heaven into the eyes,
showing life after death
before the death of life,
the face of the divine,
the oceans in his eyes
in the melodies of his soul,
the voice of his heart
speaking through the angels,
the ethereal strings of the harp
drifting in vibrating streams,
petrichor of the rain,
tears of the Star-maiden,
daughter of the soul of love,
ocean of mercy
and sea of tenderness,
prose of heaven
in vibrations of sound
of the strings of the harp
flowing outward and beyond.
Oh sweet music thou art.
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