Painting My Masterpiece

I could not tear my eyes away
from the music they beheld
The gray of the office could not contain me
Tuned to the window
I composed myself

A symphony

An orchestra of colors
Conducted before my eyes
The sun, wind and clouds, instruments
whose brush strokes sweep painted melodies
across the stretched canvas of sky

The play of light creating
subtle tones and timbres
Quiet rhythms
building to a deep crescendo
of resonating brilliance

Leading to one brief moment of
ecstacy, purity, and truth
When all is
complete