remembering music

the rules of life and music make most sense
when we're in awe of the orchestral sound
the motions of the the players seem profound
the layers of the tune are rich and dense
and yet we're on the wrong side of the fence
we're on a dim and misty foreign ground
where conscious echoes provide the surround
the whole experience is warm and intense
in memory now the echoes faintly form
light on the trees reminds me of the tone
in my minds eye the picture takes its shape
the thought's enough to keep a body warm
the sound has sunk in to the very bone
and as i sit my mind unreels the tape