I've always been a fan of the photographic "tone poem". Too often, however, it is used as a description to justify a poorly focused image. But you know one when you see one. There is a rhythm and a percussion. There is rhyme and reverberation; a swish and a swirl. There are deep mysterious caverns of darkness punctuated with high noted accents . If you listen carefully with your eyes you will hear the low thrum of electric power and the shrill staccato chirp of jungle birds. What does all this nonsense mean ... it means there really aren't good words to describe a tone poem. They evoke. They don't describe.
