Beauty Of An Unheard Symphony Poem by Jenny Kalahar

I sit here on my coffee-holding porch
surrounded by morning glories
climbing
in
twists
and mazes
and purples
and whites
up lines given to them that used to belong to my cello
my violin and mandolin.
The leaves play music now
the world's slowest symphonies
as millimeter by millimeter
vines
stroke
vibrate
bow
in A-flat or C they
harmonize
chord
and sustain notes so long
that I can almost hear them
with my unimaginative, human ears.
When sunlight spears like a golden arrow
through my cracked window
it vibratos across my sleep
until I am again on this porch
in this white, tuneless rocking chair
where I determinately wait for a melody I can't hear
until I can
simply because
my twining
vining
twisting soul knows
it will be
oh, so
beautiful