Music of the Inner Soul
Copyright (c) 1993, Thomas Van Hook
All rights reserved




               Music of the Inner Soul
               By Thomas Van Hook
               4 Dec 94  15:10
               Bedford, Texas
 
         Soundless notes fly skyward
         Riding the gentle West Wind
         A concert with no audience
         No one would dare attend
 
         ...and yet the melody continues
         A beautiful and flowing ode
         An experience beyond all sense
         A sensorium overload
 
         A chorus resumes the ballad
         Silent array of chords
         Feeding the peaceful void
         With all they can afford
 
         The finale is now upon us
         A cascading, torrential rain
         No matter how hard it pummels
         The horrific stillness remains
 
         No instruments or lessons required
         A degree need not be your goal
         Use imagination and desire
         To play your inner soul
 
 
Note:  People all around the world continually look to various
things to inspire them.  Most of those things are found outside
of the person.  For people to look inside themselves takes some
form of pain.  It is a shame that it takes pain for people to
look where there is ultimate beauty and inspiration.  This poem
is dedicated to my good friend Lisa Tamara, who had the courage
and the will to force me to look inside myself two and a half
years ago and find REAL beauty.  Wind to thy wings, Wing-Sib.

