A Tapestry of Angels

Never wanted to sing
In a rock and roll band,
Just hang upon a chord 
In D.
To form a  melody
Of sights and sounds,
Of coloured garden flowers,
Of rolling hills
And silver showers,
A tapestry of angels 
Hung upon a cloud,
A shaft of sunlight
Pinning them to ground.

JL July 20 12:53