In chordal abundance

I can hear the whisper

Of the insects' wings

Fluttering feckless

Against the crisp

Shimmering birdsongs

Lost in the cymbals

of the waterfalls.

It's a quivering I hear-

The Naphesh and Noise

of Earth's Nature-

Locked in mind,
Linked in memory-
Locked in time.

A plethora of sounds

Vibrating around-

A symphonic chorus

Of all life's breaths-

The timbres that soar

Above all the clamour and roar-

Beats many rhythms

To replay and replay

To silence the

Somber soliloquies

Sung from the sprung

Trebled troubles.

Dissonance is  dissolved

with a dose of

Harmony's nepenthes--

It is all in the Tuning.