Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Following the NaPoWriMo prompt to write a poem inspired by music.
I wish I could write a poem
Like Williams wrote
The Lark Ascending
Those trills and furls of sheer beauty
Capturing the essence of song
The spring morn,
The warmth of the sun on my back
There’s a word for that
That fails me right now
But then the world drops away
And the violin takes over
This English composer
Capturing the otherworldly bird voice
Between lines on paper and the strings of a violin
With a sweet Eastern influence
And a nod to a poem from
Thirty-three years before
Eyes closed, on the garden step
As the magic of the bird’s melody
Becomes mundane- not less, never less
Simply a fact, a part of the world
Then the rest of the world seeps back in
And the bird takes flight
On wings of sound
The full tapestry exposed
The curtain torn back
Oh Ralph, what beauty you gave
What beauty you read, saw, heard
You took the “silver chain of sound”
And translated back
In your own sweet language.