Why is poetry like an aria
Before an audiance unseen?
Why does my heart rise to the sound
That the maestro directs?
I am captivated at the thoughts
That my pen puts to paper.
I, but a paltry poet at best,
Seem to leave the music in my head.
I, the conductor who hears music
That is played, as in a symphony.
Yet cannot compose a melody
With words that remain in my head.
Yes, I am the writer, composer,
That can tell a sharp from a flat.
The melody may not come through,
For it remains in my heart.
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what we want to hear!
Lady Vivian
With respect,
Carol Phelan Aebby
words what you wish to express can hear the melody...
A melody you express quite well :)
Love and Light
Lily
Best wishes, neerja
Melodic Muses & Poetic Concerts
Vickie
Love ya!
Jane