Four-part Harmony

Four chambers of the human heart - 

One chamber for music, no doubt,  

An intimate stirring of visceral strings; 

An atrium, pulsing with passion  
For romance, the arts 

Whose sculpted walls, unbridled, sing  

One airy space with muted corona  

Where contemplatives' breath 

Is silken, soft-pedal sound  

One earthen, cave-like room -

The epicenter of all life -

Receives form from ground  

At home with one another, 

They resonate within -

Melodious tremble and thrum