The Four Musicians
The four Musicians began to play;
One by one, they began to weave the notes.
Arcane music vibrated against the walls.
Wave by wave, it grew into power;
Power the body could absorb,
Forced its way through protected inhibitions.
The mused music breached the innermost cells
With its hypnotic guile;
It fed onto the hidden, secreted prenatal beat.
The spell was cunning,
Masterly conjured;
Their hands bent the air to their control.
A modern mysticism with medieval sorcerers;
A medieval mysticism with modern spells.
Ariel
May 1991
For Clint Woodbury
& his band.
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