NOTHING BUT DELIGHT
a villanelle nouvelle

As pegs are turned to make strings true,
They'll turn a tune inside the mind.
That sound is nothing but delight.

A soundscape shapes the tonal view;
Too few will hear, and fewer find,
The pegs to turn to make strings true.

When notes are pure and chords are right,
Take note of harmonies entwined.
The sound is nothing but delight.

Sound can be black, sound can be blue.
Those sound-hues blend as they're combined
When pegs are turned to make strings true.

What lingers like a winter night
When summer songs are left behind?
That sound is nothing but delight.

With sound there must be silence, too.
What sounds when silences unwind?
As silence fades, becoming slight,
And pegs are turned to make strings true,
The sound is nothing but delight.