How sweet the sound that rises,
to sate my hungry ears;
a song of vacant glances
made glassy over years.
How delicately the notes approach,
as soft as new fresh skin;
a melody of golden lightness
to coda again and begin.
How lush this orchestration
as it brings its fruit to bear;
a glissando of heavenly measure;
the last kiss of a touching affair.
How clearly I hear these notes,
tones more like a dear old friend.
I sway along to this blind man’s song
to coda, repeat and end.
Comments
MistakenMagic | January 19, 2010 - 17:33
This poem flows beautifully, Dynamaso! Love all the musical imagery too ;)
Magic xxx
Dynamaso | January 19, 2010 - 23:24
Magice, I wrote this in a hurry and looking back at it now, I can see it could do with some tweaking, which I will do when I get a chance. Thanks for your kind words regardless.
Nathan Bednarek | January 20, 2010 - 00:28
I think the only tweaking this could use is simply to expand it- it's so beautiful, I want MORE! ;-)
I really like what you did here. It's amazing how something sad is made to be something beautiful and you did just that! I really think this poem can and should be expanded ;-)
Well done.
Nathan.
Dynamaso | January 20, 2010 - 01:12
Nathan, thank you very much for your kind words. I will take these under consideration and may well expand this in the future.
I have to thank you for providing a very good Inspiration Point this week. It really has activated my muse. Thanks again :)