Music flowing through ears

With notes of inspiration

 Giving air to choking cells

Of my minds concentration

Liquid waters Hippocrene

Rushing forth and washing away

All the mental clutter

I accumulate each day

It clears my mind of chaos 

It waters flowers of peace

It solidifies into an angel

With love for all it sees

The angel tends the garden of my mind

 Weeding with its tender voice

Its heart  a rhythmic calming beat

That drowns out all competing noise

Its wings flutter not on wind

They flutter on the sound

Of a thousand flutes in chorus

Which shake the very ground

Its voice is that of strings

Vibrating in simple harmony

 There is nothing else on earth which has

Such a profound effect on me

The angel slowly fades away

 But the garden is not in disrepair

My mind wates for another day

When the nest angel shall appear