I Hear the Music--By Neil Creighton--Australia

I Hear the Music

When these limbs were strong,

when ears were young and clear,

when each day was unblinkingly bright,

much grand music I could not hear.

Now they hear a vast symphony

from stars traversing the night,

and these declining ears hear "alleluia"

from vast pinpricks of cosmic light;

hear a symphonic world

filled with the magic of sound,

hear it swell, rise, crescendo, fall,

echo, harmonise and resound;

hear it in a baby's cry,

hear it in each tiny cell,

hear in the twisted helix of DNA

a great song rise and swell,

hear it in rain and drop of dew,

in shining hair, in birds that throng

and raising my voice I cry aloud

"I hear the music! I sing the song!"

Neil Creighton is an Australian poet with a passion for social justice, a love of people and the natural world. His work as a teacher of Drama and English made him intensely aware of how opportunity is so unequally proportioned. His recent publications include Prosopisia, Poetry Quarterly, Praxis Online Mag, Silver Birch Press, Social Justice Poetry, Whispers  and Verse-Virtual, where he is a contributing editor. He blogs at windofflowers.blogspot.com.au