setting my wistful sleep to music
dreams of flight soar on these melodic waves
how in my darkest moments
light it brings, soothing my mood
in kinder days, each note
conveys to my eyes
tears, sweetened by bliss

there, three hundred years past
JS, in his garden, in peace
must have stepped onto the hand of god
while capturing such splendour, grace
furnishing the world a sense
a tiny ideal, of what it is like
in heaven, to reside

© by DC Lessoway