My thanks to Mr. Walker and his poem on jazz http://sadlywaiting.wordpress.com/2011/04/27/two-from-school/#comment-197. While writing a comment, verses exploded. This was the first of a dozen poems on music, which began swirling around in my head.
HEAR THE MUSIC
by Mike Patrick
Hear the music?
How I love it.
I can’t imagine life without its touch.
It changes my mood
And says all the things I wish I could say,
But with a beauty and dignity I’ll never match.
While in its grasp,
I feel the full-scale of emotion:
Love, hate, peace. All things are mine.
It can cry my tears,
Dry my eyes,
And laugh with a joy I’ve never known.
While in its embrace,
I feel yours.
Memories ebb and flow with the tune.
Hear the music? How I love it.