Your name was as it sounded-a candle in the dark,to guide me through the tunnelslifting melodies of larks.Rejected from fine Julliard,you swayed as you played Bach,when they offered you bravadoshould you flourish with the flock.“Alas” they said, “you’re talented,but must step into place”,when they noted that such movementswere preventing you from grace.But you, just like…
Category: music
Moonlight on 7th
Based on Joseph Christian Leyendecker’s painting ’The Violinist and His Assistant’. Moonlight on 7th Who could imagine a tree singing of heaven in an uprooted forest or the Actaeon of ambition daring to quench his thirst with a sonata that waltzes on glass? Here stir the sonnets of broken bars and the metronomed soles…
The Flautist
Ambrosial seeds that sprouted song entice the plum-pursed lips gripping for the galaxies confined to sullen sips. A cup-eared chorus hollers back to smooth the clods of clay molded by the penchant of the potters who will play. A honey-suckle sound escapes, to which the bees reply, “Had only we a gentry cup our lot…
The Park
Northern pintails brushing blue, the crescendo of their wings, weaving windsong into words some say that, “Up jumped spring.” The rising sun, through veils of dun, atop a pool of glass with flitting beams, does bend the streams to cast a liquid brass. Children fashion cradles, and white whiskers out of string, and…
Right Handed Rhymer 
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