Water, Light, Music, Food

Warm sunbeams compose a symphony to my rain-wracked face,
Revive my arms with subtle soothing hymns, singing "Hallelujah,"
Flood the south face of the house, the dining room awash in amber,
Sky cracked open by branches of manifold maples. The sun hums
In the wake of heavy, gray Winter, the foam atop icy black glass.
Depthless basso stillness, rolling beneath and stretching infinite
Out to the horizon, agitated ever so gently, abides never so clearly
As on these days the sparkling sunlight lives there liquid, mercurial,
Twinkling like wind-chimes on the doldrums. Countless points of light
Assail my vision, my lids heavy, contented, satiated on this bright feast.