DAVID FOSTER, CANADIAN COMPOSER/SONG WRITER
The melody can not be denied, pulled
from dreams and a lifetime of heartbeats.
First, come long notes that the piano mulls
while fingers linger. He returns to his sheets.
The tune reveals itself in black on white,
echoing warm ivories. A full moon prowls
several clouds that seem to skirt its light,
like words that evade him. So, he scowls
at the window, takes the stillness inside
then sighs as everything falls into place.
There it is. The chorus no longer hides.
David knows the night, how it encases
a song. Lines love keys, those ebonies,
for the dark unlocks perfect symphonies.
*David, I know you prefer the new minimalist sonnets, something which you showed us and I do plan to explore those as well. Thank you for what you bring to Soup.
Thinking of you and the Mrs! Blessings sent to both of you!