Marimbas by Julian Cooke

Marimbas by Julian Cooke

Listen to the rain of the music
that drums on the leaves of the forest
and on feathers of parrots and ducks,
and spatters the skins of lizards
and snakes, and tattoos the pools
with a myriad of sequins of light,
how it palpitates, patters and pats
on our eyelids and lashes and lips,
splashes on our cheeks and fingertips.
Listen to the colours of sounds
from the quivering hands, how they mingle
in rainbows of amethyst, emerald,
malachite, gold, and swirl
among the beams and rafters, and gust
in whirlwinds of stars through the windows
to dance and dance in the sky,
to curl with the cumulus, and stretch
with herringbone streaks
to the faraway edge of the universe.
Listen, listen to the rain of the music
as you can hear there the rhythm of paradise.