music
candor solicits tin-eared doubters with cheekiness
the harp of rectitude bites affably into fuddled air
as the spur of choral refrains instructs my mood
bliss my ear is yours where would you lead me
jollity lives in five stringed banjos picked to death
oh ecstasy I know you of bowed Strad and Amati
where does the piccolo hide when the symphony
rests on holiday from long nights of due diligence
the baton remains motionless no conductor to stir
musicale lights my breath - camaraderie flourishes
my heart regales in the fluid embraces of soloists
ensembles, the mighty orchestral pit of philharmonic
I beg what else invigorates unites soul psyche heart
with the incomparable poetic flourish of music
art form whose constant companion is compassion
08/09/2011
Jon Michael Willey
Axilea
Sheila
Regis
More cerebral writing from a knowledgeable wordsmith.
Walt
Ron
Cheers,
Dan
Blessings,
Christine
and of course the poet who writes with the flourish
of music. You are that poet, my friend. -gene.
and where we joy in special places
of voice and instrument and all they speak;
music is always more than the sum of its parts
and its entertainment, it is another soul
communicating with ours.
What a delight of a poem you deliver us,
Jon, My Friend,
i'm richer because of this and so much warmer within.
John
What an A W E S O M E write!
Blessings,
Christine
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