Timbres

How does one tune in to soul

That’s squelched beneath the din

To hear transcendent whisper

As a sigh upon the wind

To find the tranquil eye

As a storm rages all around

To hear the sound of silence

Like a pin drop in the crowd

In ways it’s like a melody

That becomes so familiar

You pick it out of orchestration

Central or peripheral

Though buried in rich harmonies

Or altered in rabuto

Though masked in complex dissonance

Or modal contrapuntal

For spirit has a timbre

That is different from the brain

Thus, as you learn your instrument

You’ll hear its subtle strain