Embodied

Embodied are the memories,
Experiences of those before you.

Many have passed through this door
To get away, to reflect, to find peace.

Inspiration around you,
Vibrations from the strings.

A lovely state of solitude,
In this tiny little nook.

An orchestra of sound emerges
With the full moon rise.

Striking cords around the fire
Toasting marshmallows, making s’mores.

The crickets chime in
Keeping the melody.

The frogs jump in
Adding the bass.

Music – a universal language
Between creatures and humans alike.

Something so harmonious
About a concert late at night.

Author: MKB

Founder of Blossoming Daily. View all posts by MKB