Donald Meikle Poet Lyric

La Dame Et Mobile

It was an opera 
a tale for singing 
I never heard the words 
My ears were ringing 

On old time radio 
There was a Shadow 
I tried so hard 
To emulate him 



I sang 
Bells rang 
I listened some more 
and then 
just when 
It opened a door 

And caught 
Enrapt 
In music 's enthrall 
I sang 
and sang 
As if at a ball 



The magic of the notes 
Within a child's mind 
echoed on through my years 
Until I had to find 
A tune to satisfy 
My soul so hungry 

It's there 
I know 
It's there on my tongue 
The words 
I sang 
When I was so young 


© 2008 Donald Me

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Keith Bickerstaffe December 10, 2008 at 10:55 AM Is your title a play on 'La Donna e Mobile' from Verdi's Rigoletto? Woman is fickle indeed! K.

Keith Bickerstaffe December 10, 2008 at 10:51 AM Ah! ...the magic and the mystery of music! There's a phrase in D.H. Lawrence's poem, 'Piano;' ...the insidious mastery of song.' Ain't it the truth! A splendid piece my friend... Best wishes, Keith