Train Song

Railside lines weave music staffs

Flowing cleffed as pictured songs fly past

A silver trumpet horn of light

Plays off the lake before the night.

Timpanic factories boom now and then,

At either end of small town rondos when,

Houses’ human chorus notes appear,

Unified by roads lines cadence near.

Farm fencing string sounds go round

The earth turned deepness of the cello ground.

Among the autumn’s espressivo  tones

Occasionally comes back alone

The engine horn - long, long: short, long…

The monotone refrain in this sightly song.

Then a lone three storied old stone gable sings

In sky blued keys through window gone rings

A heartfelt tune of magic rythm

The thrilling lyrics of our natural anthem.

To Montreal

The lights come up, the station stage appears,

The singing pictures disappear.

The would be audience now disembarks.

Have others heard and seen the trip’s symphonic parts?