Poetry The 🎶Music of Ainulindale

[Elbereth Vala Varda]

Silence sounds,
A heightened note,
Darkness before,
Light is wrote.

Nothing,
Before words are formed,
And from the music,
Came the world,

Sweet melodies,
It started soft,
With gentle notes,
That float aloft,

With silent cries for peace,
For hope,
For dreams untold,
For words unspoke,

The light came first,
A dazzling spark,
A breath of flame,
Into the dark.

The voices sang,
And life came forth,
And music rang,
With strings and horn,

So forth from nothing,
Sprang the dawn,
Two roots ran deep,
Two lights to spawn,

Branches stretched,
Like hands of grace,
Blessing nations,
Trees of fate,

The music spread,
And water rose,
And mountains tall,
And valleys low,

And creatures sprang up,
From the earth,
Fair maidens, lords,
Of Elvish birth.

Each note it came,
A peaceful sound,
Perfect written,
Heaven-bound,

Until there came,
A dissonance,
A prideful sound,
A resistance,

Among the sound,
Of harp and flute,
A melody,
That no one knew,

Twisted,
Against symphony,
Selfish, proud,
Cacophony.

Melkor it was,
Who sang this sound,
Resisted union,
Heart too proud,

Chaotic, sharp,
Amid the rest,
A cursed sound,
Among the blessed,

Iluvatar, Creator heard,
But did not end the tune,
Instead, he still included it,
Blending the light with doom,

Comfort with pain,
Darkness with light,
Hope with despair,
Morning with night,

Fear with courage,
Dancing with grief,
Love with hatred,
Discord with peace,

This is the way of Ainulindale,
Darkness with light,
Yet light prevails.