Antithesis

Villanelle after Jon Soons

With a strand in each hand we can draw them together
It was hard to believe we could use hanging spoons too
For a beat that persuades our good spirits to gather

Although the tunnel seemed to stretch on forever
We refuse to see them separate: rhythm and tune
With a strand in each hand we can draw them together

Like the spoken word of a mellifluent master
We coordinate them in flats and stiletto shoes
For a beat that persuades our good spirits to gather

Sound at the funeral of the late morning thunder
Claps of tip-top hip-hop sing-songs dropping two-by-two
With a strand in each hand we can draw them together

From our differences is born a unique matter
A unique platter of happiness we both can use
For a beat that persuades our good spirits to gather

Till the music is one, the mix is done, remember
Differences exist to serve purpose, not an excuse
With a strand in each hand we can draw them together
For a beat that persuades our good spirits to gather

Musical Notes from Top HD Images

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