The silence of white roses

with deaf petals

beneath a muted sun

holds the music’s place

in a steady embrace

while the implosive force of entropy

passes by in an instant’s blink,

and then rhythm is reborn

as melody blooms anew

toward a colorful fruition

of infinite solar expansion

that even the gods

dare not question,

lest the miracle’s magic

lose its elusive power

and get washed away

by a chorus of down-pouring rain

that flashes with a fluid voice

along to the beat of thunder’s drum

as splashes of electric ignition

light up the night sky

with tremors of a vibrating crescendo,

adding the tension of dramatic flare

to the opera of existence

that flutters with grace

between the dimensions of time and space.

The song of the spheres

rotates in tune with heaven’s frequency,

harmonizes with evolution’s wave,

and cascades with a celestial voice

across the infinite tide of the sea

where the sirens weep in waiting

over the tragedy and bliss

of this experience we call life

as it unfolds

one note at a time

until the cycle has completed its spin,

the wheels stop turning,

the gears grind to a halt,

and the symphony reaches a point of exhaustion.

                                                  ~Scott Thomas Outlar

                                                     Atlanta, USA