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Carol Geyer Poem
Can We “Feel” Music?
By Carol Geyer
Can we “feel” music? Can the notes cool or warm us?
Soothing like green aloe balm, or warm as flaming Yule logs,
or as majestic as a fully leafed oak?
Lovely and diverse as an overgrown garden,
mysterious as a June evening, lustrous with silver moonbeams
bathing a grove of fragrant pines and melancholy as a gray-brown, windswept plain.
We are soothed by flowing water music, and comforted by gentle verses of a beloved hymn.
We are emboldened by the compelling “one-two” of patriotic march and reassured by our revered national anthem.
We can be stirred to piquant sympathy for a heart-broken soul, when we listen, heads bowed, to a
mournful dirge or be inspired by a serene requiem.
Music is more than ordered notes.
Liquid arpeggios suggest endless yearning.
Sparkling grace notes and playful triplets and laugh with us, witty and joyful.
Rapid glissandos evoke memories of heartfelt sobbing.
Countless ages of chanting voices, thrumming drums, mellow horns and glittering flutes have resonated in our ancient ancestors’ blood and eternal souls.
Passionate architects of melody and harmony build sound-castles easily perceived by disciplined guides mounted on spotlighted podiums.
Still-lipped figures grasp magic wands, speaking eloquently with eagle eyes and feathering fingers.
True conductors of blazing energy, they are mystical connectors between centuries- deceased master composers, devoted musicians, and rapt audiences.
This is the power of music
Mind pictures, soundbites, retold legends gently remind us of our treasured past,
deepest sorrows, and lost loved ones.
Subtle reminders abound of fragrant roses climbing our mother’s trellises
and sharp scents of waterlogged reeds banking a misty river.
Joyful phrases take us gleefully back to Christmas morning -carefree children cascade down a spiral staircase.
A passionate composer’s love for his magnum opus,a skilled conductor’s reverence for a symphony, abiding respect granted to both the creator and interpreter of a wondrous musical masterpiece -the wondrous components of creativity, dedication , understanding,
courage and love.
And the crowning touch- the anonymous listeners, huddling on chilly concrete bleachers, or nestled comfortably in burgundy-upholstered cushioned seats in grand symphony halls.
We are listening, Amadeus, Johann, and Ludwig.
We hear you, Lennon, Dylan and Guthrie.
We hear, smell and taste what you wrote and sang of. We “feel” you,
Always.
Copyright © Carol Geyer | Year Posted 2016
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Carol Geyer Poem
Cold and hungry, lonely and lost,
You have loved but, oh, what a cost!
Innocently loving who cruelly abandoned you.
Wandering and trembling with fear,
shying from all those who come near
In dark alleys you will lie
No one there to hear you cry.
Believe me, I once was like you,
All alone and desperate, too.
No one to understand
or even lend a hand.
If your broken heart could still bear
to be open, then you would hear
Sweet words to you from me
Offered to you lovingly
I'll never abandon you.
to your dear heart I'll be true
I will never turn away,
or your frail trust betray.
Burned by sun, and chilled by the rain,
body scarred and throbbing with pain
rummaging through rubbish cast
by the strangers rushing past.
Matted hair and filth on your feet,
shunned by everyone that you meet
if they'd only take the time
to look past the scars and grime!
Not a single growl do you make,
no act of revenge do you take.
You simply close your eyes and
mutely slink away.
Little one, if you only knew
how I yearn to reach out to you!
How I long to calm your fears,
and to wipe away your tears!
I'd never abandon you.
To your dear heart I'd be true.
I would never turn away,
or your frail sweet trust betray.
Copyright © Carol Geyer | Year Posted 2016
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