Poem: The Broken Chord

The rain falls
As you practice arpeggios

Running out the broken chord
In an ever-shifting

Pattern of music sifting
Through caesuras between notes

Forming a counterpoint
With the drumming of the rain

Thousand of patterns
Weave around and through other patterns

The rain chicanes in the wind
Breaking up and merging again

Billions of drops bump together
In a choreographed ballet

We can never reproduce
But that's nature for you

We replay the same stories and themes
Over and over

And nature trumps us
With a singular snowflake.
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