By: Bruce Levine

Far beyond the face

 of the earth

Sounds coalesce

No one knows how

 or why

Or how they stream

Into the subconscious

 of a composer

They take no space

And can’t be assembled

 like Legos

Yet they do assemble

Forming patterns

 and groups

Phrases and sentences

One after another

Moving in time

 rather than space

Until the whole

 becomes greater than

 the sum of its parts

And filtering

 in some unknown way

Through all the sounds

 and groups and phrases

 into a new whole

And as if by magic

 forming dots on a page

To be interpreted

 and reinterpreted

Reaching out to the

 head, heart and soul

 of the listener

Transporting their consciousness

Carried along

 on waves of sound

Created somewhere

 and brought to life

 by a composer