At Last
Explain the rise of scents, those melodic
Perfumes that we call music. There were drums
And rhythms, but what brought on rhapsodic
Cantabile is hidden. Passion thrums
Through men and women, mango girls and boys,
And one night loneliness exploded through
The throat in beauty pitched against the noise
Of pain like agony. The scent was blue
Although the anguish was vermilion urged
Upon the tongue. Much later then this pair
Was harnessed. Harmony at last then surged
Inside one corner of the world, clear air.
..When melody and harmony combined,
….The meaning of the cosmos was assigned.
~ Phillip Whidden