The note he makes vibrates away;
an eager dance, transforming
ear-drums and thin air.
The composer wrote down a dot
but hear – don’t reckon – leap to art.
This note is a fine one, invites
your flesh to action through the veins
when body and voice,
instinct, sense, come out and pounce.
A note arrives, molecules dance.
That's delightful!
ReplyDeleteThis one definitely speaks to me.
ReplyDeleteThe molecules dance with delight at this. Excellent!
ReplyDeleteLovely, really lovely. :)
ReplyDeleteI ADORE this. beautiful.
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Love this!
ReplyDeleteInteresting, yes music looks like dots on lines. When a musician transforms the dots into an instrument it inspires us to dance and clap our hands after a live performance. You describe sound amazing in a few short words.
ReplyDeleteJohn, your poem fits right into my thoughts today, since yesterday I saw the Bolshoi Ballet perform Swan Lake in Los Angeles . The magnificent dancers and orchestra indeed made those dots come alive for us and we responded, just as you said. With your permission I will share the poem on my website. Lovely. www.theschoolmarm.com
ReplyDeleteDear Mary,
ReplyDeleteOf course - please do share the poem!
Thanks
John