Qaratutu

A background beat of distant,
constant roll of wave against reef;
Gentle drum of plink, plong on leaf, rock
and tin roof pinging;
Melodies of a myriad of angel tears of joy…
Increasing to a torrent of emotions raging.
In the full moon light
dimmed by low misty clouds
illuminating the mountain crags of the next ridge
with mystical grays—
the Night Song delights.
A crescendo of millions of exploding
Drops upon the earth becoming
A deafening kettle drum
Overpowering individual sounds,
Building the electrifying energy…
Then without warning the music ceases.
An effective pause.
Pling, Pling, Pling, Plong, Plong, Plop
Plink, Plink, Ping, Ping, Pink, Pop, Pip,
Bring, Brink, Plop, Thud, Thud, Thud,
Thursh, Throash, Ping, Pling,
Thrummmmmmmmrooooaaarrrrrr….
Through out the night the rain song repeats the chorus,
A coda hear and there.
The moon goes to bed and still I listen
To God’s overture.
In the early dawns light
the first and second chair
Violin rubbings of cricket legs join in
Just before the “Whoop Whoop” trombones of the barking pigeons,
The softly flapping bats wings
Like a brush upon the cymbal offers a gentle
Contrast to the birds raucous chorus
And suddenly night becomes day
And before my ears
The grey dawn
Offering a promise of
Blue Sky Songs.

Copyright 2007 All Rights Reserved by Clara Brayton