Musicians wrestle everywhere -

Musicians wrestle everywhere -
All day - among the crowded air
I hear the silver strife -
And - waking - long before the morn -
Such transport breaks upon the town
I think it that “New life”!

It is not Bird - it has no nest -
Nor “Band” - in brass and scarlet - drest -
Nor Tamborin - nor Man -
It is not Hymn from pulpit read -
The “Morning Stars” the Treble led
On Time’s first afternoon!

Some - say - it is “the Spheres” - at play!
Some say - that bright Majority
Of vanished Dames - and Men!
Some - think it service in the place
Where we - with late - celestial face -
Please God - shall ascertain.

Emily Dickinson

Leonid Meteor Shower

Musicians drive everywhere -
All day among the crowded air
I hear the musical sound -
And waking long before the morn -
Such brilliance breaks upon the town
I think it that “New life”!
It is not Bird for it has no nest -
Nor “Band” dressed in brass and scarlet –
Nor Tambourine nor Man -
It is not Hymn read from pulpit -
The “Morning Stars” the Soprano led
On Time’s first afternoon!

Some say it is “the Star” at play!
Some say it is that bright Ancestry
Of vanished Dames and Men!
Some think it service in the Heaven
Where we pray God to witness
That illuminated sky.