That’s not me standing there;
It’s not my face I see.
The music is so beautiful
And I yearn to be so free.
I want to float up on those notes,
So sweet and gently lilting;
I want to sail in heaven’s boats
And feel the blue sky tilting.
Never more will I feel this way;
A unique moment has now passed.
He has nourished my perfect day;
Banality now seems so vast.
Interesting words of a revelatory nature. I find this poem intriguing.
Thank you for this
Keith
This was written many years ago. The inspiration to polish and finish it came from listening to Michael Tippett's great, late work 'The Rose Lake'.
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Stephen Gospage
Wed 17th Feb 2021 17:28
Thank you for the comment, Keith and to everyone for the likes. Sometimes, hearing a beautiful piece of music for the first time can create an experience which is hard to describe and difficult to recapture.Perhaps once we encounter perfection, or near-perfection, everything else, as the advert used to say, is just toothpaste.