So Much Loveliness

From far flung cities
solitary composers
each transcribing the heavenly notes
of their transcendental hearts
their individual stanzas
woven together
within the Net of Indra
play together
like the tuning of the orchestra
a poignant violin strain here
a fanfare trumpet there
a melancholy oboe
a glissando harp
a sonorous cello
a resonance
a reverberation
a harmony
an arrangement
improvised and improbable
pleasing the ear
of the grand conductor
who feels no need
to raise his baton