Stephen Trevor Kurtz
Honoring birth with verse--

"The Hills are Alive with the Sound of Music"

Listen for the shine, bright Sun emerges
Round, as slithering light green leaves unfold.

Can you hear trumpets of heaven blair forth
In cadence to feet shoed in hobnail boots ?

String ensembles reach out, seeking quiet,
In its quest to subdue the din of day.

But it's you, "the Music Man", who seeks cords
As dynamic as a stream murmuring

Over rocks, into pools, and down high falls,
From drip to rush, each in its own music.

Nature draws from its symphonic stirrings
That water, in all its wonder, creates.

A slow rain patters down rumbling lightly.
It provide background music to all sounds.

Sound needs not to be captured but coddled :
 Of five senses, coming from the Devine,

It allows Man to communicate, to
Enthrall, to draw from Heaven, Earthen Songs.

Your Birthday needs an infusion of songs
To commemorate this day in music.

Happy Birthday, Stephen Trevor,
Love, Nanny&PopPop