BIRD MUSIC

This poem as usual a little verbose…(filled with too many words) was written this morning listing to the music of 24 different birds BIRD MUSIC If I had to choose my favorite musical instruments…if I had to go all-in I would have to choose the cello…and it’s next of kin…the violin. I love how Vivaldi’s violin concerto’s can make me laugh and sigh…. and how Yo Yo Ma with his technique…can make his cello cry. If I had to choose my favorite music, however…music without words I’d have to say that would be sitting on the porch of our cabin…listening to the birds. In the early morning I sit on the porch as darkness is still blanketing the land… wondering when the blanket lifts what music, today, the birds have planned. I notice some birds are early risers…who as to the trees they’re clinging don’t need a cup of coffee to wake up…they begin the day by singing. Then as the day slowly lifts night’s blanket…(it’s an early morning thing) birds who’ve slept the night away…awaken and begin to sing. And for a little while every morning…floating on the air… I’m surrounded by the sound of birds…bird music everywhere. Every morning is different…as they sing A cappella from their trees. Somedays they perform concertos…some days it’s a symphony. I wonder if they get together in the evening…and decide on a program or since singing is their life…each morning they just prefer to jam. They sing their hearts out every morning…not for fortune…not for fame and I feel blessed to be in the audience…as no two concertos are the same. Which makes me wonder if Vivaldi (when he was alive) and Yo Yo Ma sitting quietly…without words have also been inspired by the music of the birds Of course they were…for how else could Vivaldi have made his violin laugh and sigh… and how else could Yo Yo Ma…to this day…make his cello cry.