Train Song

Gazing out the window of the train from Toronto to Montreal

From Toronto

Railside lines weave music staffs
Flowing cleffed as pictured songs fly past
A silver trumpet horn of light
Plays off the lake before the night.
Timpanic factories boom now and then,
At either end of small town rondos when,
The houses’ human chorus notes appear,
United by road lines cadence near.
Farm fencing string sounds go round
The earth turned deepness of the cello ground.
Among the autumn’s espressivo  tones
Occasionally comes back alone
The engine horn - long, long: short, long…
The monotone refrain in this sightly song.
Then a lone three storied old stone gable sings
In sky blued keys through window gone rings
A heartfelt tune of magic rhythm
The thrilling lyrics of our natural anthem.

To Montreal

The lights come up, the station stage appears,
The singing pictures disappear.
The would be audience now disembarks.
Have others heard and seen the trip’s symphonic parts?