The orchestral rocks

         play water music

         of bubbles leaping to fall

         in twisting melodies

         Joining harmonics

         with inrushing wind

         bowing violin-branches

         as forest choir sways

         Lead voices glide in

         on white feather wings

         lonely and soaring cries

         a haunted reverie

         Bringing the rhythms

         percussive small feet

         rustle in whisper-brushes

         on cymbals of dying leaves

         Superior sounds

         explode to the sky

         in rolls of breaker drums

         or wistful foghorn sighs

         North Shore Symphony

         plays on emotions

         calling us back forever

         echoing in memory.

          Casey Mack (1991)