Unfinished Symphony

My ways, uncharted melodies,
because they will be improvised.

My rhythms drift, resisting time,
for every tempo must be mine.

These dreams, unfinished symphonies.
My violins ascend to sing.

I am conductor, player, sound,
the maestro of myself, I found.

Unfinished Symphony © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: July 6, 2021

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