Music In Words

Flute your way through isles of sound,
Surrounded by a sea of notes.
The crotchet rises, the quaver rests,
The breve on the horizon floats.

© Copyright Robin McShane – August 2014

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Sing with Purpose – NaPoWriMo Day 16

People came and sang with me,
Voices heightened, voices free,
Songs of hope and songs of praise,
Songs that touched the soul amazed.

They came in groups, they came alone,
Some came with wings and some with stone,
But all came breathing hard and fast,
Waiting for their note to last.

To reach on high for heights divine,
To take them far, with hearts in line,
Find places pure, where souls are free,
To follow their eternity.

Joining others, sharing depth,
In shady courts with guileless breath,
Meeting those who speak their truth,
In language strong and full of youth.

For all there know to be their best,
To shine and reach for light so blessed,
You listen for the echo deep,
Of resonating sound and reap

Tones so pure, beyond our ken,
Music made for souls of men,
Feel their purpose, know their way,
Guiding strong through every day.

Light and laughter, love perplexed,
Each moment shared endures the next,
To rise above small, petty cares,
And take the chance that’s offered there.

Yes! We will!

Music – NaPoWriMo Day 14

Exploding over me,
Pounding through my body,
Cell upon cell reacting,
Responding, vibrating, falling,
Only to rise with the next wave,
All emotions rapidly firing,
A limbic weapon on automatic,
Brain feeling overwhelmed,
Rocking with the pace and the rhythm,
I removed my fingers from the keys,
My feet from the pedals.

The silence was extreme, profound,
And peace reigned where there had been only sound.
Beethoven would have been proud!
I slumped then stood and bowed to the crowd,
The cat stretched and meowed,
The dog lifted her head, ears flopping,
I walked away, off to do shopping.