Nathrangking

A sonnet I have brought into the world to follow the others from before.

Musician Divine

Tune that flows forth most softly and subtly,

Come now and cast upon us your healing,

 You who might shapes reality humbly

will be accused most falsely of stealing.

Flute of moon illuminate our spirits,

We long to bathe in your rapturous waves.

Bind us in a passion without limits,

Transform us into your most willing slaves.

Mortal ears most unworthy seek you out,

In shadow, the souls walk harmoniously,

Frantic chaos calls even those with clout,

Joyous song sung ceremoniously.

Call us to you now O' muse of muses,

Truly we are yours without excuses.

Someone stop me. I did it again.

Frozen Strains

My eye is bewitched by the melody woven with the skill of the most powerful and ancient of deities. I gaze upon it and am carried to another place by a note that is mightier than even the sorcery of the sirens. It fills my bones with a gentle strength.

Piercing gaze that conducts the whole of the world as true beauty puts even the most magnificent art to shame peers from on high. She whose flute shrouds the universe in a most subtle music that penetrates the soul defies the weak tongue of mortal bards. Beside a singing river, the silver throne purifies all realities.

I behold all of nature join and dance in harmony when she loosens the fetters of the fleeting material plane. From the earth, flowers ascend to crown her with hidden rubies and sapphires now made pale and poor. Lush and deep hues are bleached as bones before her. Upon her brow, the promise woven of jewels calls for all of humanity.

Drumming and pounding steps are a chorus that none can deny. As one all are singing and rejoicing. Tears of understanding dot the clouds and leach into the revelers. Eternity is captured in a tune and dance that are unified in its praise. Now a new epoch held to honor the former of the muses beckons me into its depth and all that I can do is enter its embrace.

Here are 3 more I may have accidentally written for that special someone that I mentioned last week.

Operatic

Aria rises up.

Voice as unblemished crystal.

Musician ascends.

Empowerment 

Waves that fill with light.

Power incomparable.

How you sweetly sing. 

Measurable?

Sight is so blessed.

All manner of wisdom flows.

Priceless treasure.

I'd like to know if ya'll like it. It was written for someone special and I would like to know how it might be received.

#32    Ethereal Tune

From the void comes forth a melody that sends shivers down into the very depths of the soul that sustains the cosmos. Life springs forth from the pure notes that split and rend the darkness and pull with them a light most unnatural. Phoebus lays down his lyre when upon the world this music comes. Fairest Diana weeps at the beauty that now compels Euterpe to come and learn at the knee of the musician that now has called wisdom into the mortal plane. Mars and his blade crumble before you. The sun glows a bit brighter now and burns but a little stronger. Diamonds and their prismatic rays are dull beside she who has so blessed existence. All of the birds of the past, present, and future give ear to this most marvelous of wonders. Stars sigh and then begin to dance across the expanse of the heavens under the grip of an entrancing spell beyond description. A flute of light inspires the greatest of all of the world’s wisdoms in all who even so much as draw close. She who is the binder of all of creation is beyond the ability of the mortal tongue to praise. Her eyes are alight with a grace at once so fierce and passionate so as to be without reckoning and at the same time kinder than any that have existed in the annals of history. That which is the work of her hand rises in immortality and defies the laws that usually hold things in their grasp. Mistress of the muse and lord of music yours is the ability to raise from nothing and form perfection. Your cloak drapes the realms and calls for a peace everlasting. Divinity is moved to tears of sadness, joy, contrition, and amazement as their hearts are transported to a realm so far above what even they can dream of and imagine. Conduit of such splendor, everything is yours by virtue of your wisdom, skill, beauty, and might. When all has gone the faintest haunting cords will hang in the air and recall immortal glory woven by your will.