The speech of angels

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“Without music, life would be a mistake” ― Friedrich Nietzsche

 

A waterfall of notes, rising, descending,

Splashing into my mind, heart, soul.

Music will never grow old.

An arpeggio series of broken chords 

In and out of order, splintering, teasing the ear. 

Plunging into minor keys, soaring into waves of luminosity.

Notes that compose a chord played or sung 

To create: harmonies of the heart. The plangent human voice.

Pleading, invoking, appealing to the spheres, to the goddesses, the muse

across the chasms of time, place, culture, creed.

my dreams swirl as notes coalesce into the heavenly harmonies of such passing imperfection.

Plucking at our heart strings, music seeping into our souls.

Music and silence, point and counterpoint; the rhythm and metre of sound brought to measure

Infuses speech, enlivens poetry, fills the language of sense with all the magic of music:

 
sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.

◄ In defence of free speech

Another day ►

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Vautaw

Sat 26th Oct 2019 02:15

I love this poem so much John. I feel the same way about music. It indeed enlivens poetry. Your words create a sweet symphony. 💖

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