Charismatic oceans of mystical blues 

a saxophone quartet now softly plays

under golden murals of 

crystal stars,

eons of eternal hopes hang on display.

Lapis lazuli stone is divine,

surrounding this new paradigm shift

the abstracted past lies far behind 

redemption is loosed and powerfully swift.

Oil lamps and dunes of warm sand

unfurled prophetic cadence in song,

all of creation was born on command

a mystery of love revealed all along

Promises of a new tomorrow is sung

music is spiritual moods and gold rings,

praises to Him, the Glory has come

meditations of heaven

as the whole choir sings.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

From a poem that I wrote for a song by the Pennsylvania Music Conservatory

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