Charmaine Chircop Poet Lyric

Lone He's Playing the Bassoon

Lone He's playing the bassoon
Pulling down the argent blinds
He shuts out the sight of moon.

Half bare, half cloaked
in an ebon velvet coat
Her limbs dances  to his tune
He rejects her Winter-light
through the marble- mosaiced room

Lone He's playing the bassoon
Pulling down the argent blinds
He shuts out the sight of moon

He sleeps longer with the night
In his dream dust rides each tide
Casting shadows upon the edge
of an early compromise


Lone He's playing the bassoon
Pulling down the argent bllinds
He shuts out the sight of moon


Fog have  made him become blind
Frost kept him forever cold
He couldn't feel , He couldn't see
All those beams of molten-gold
Glistened on the pebbled shore
which lead always to his door.

He shuts out the sight of moon
Pulling down the argent blinds
Lone He's playing the bassoon

Playing with the vacant night
with the wind,the rain, and tide

He stopped playing the bassoon
just to watch the crescent moon.

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Sara Kendrick September 15, 2016 at 3:55 PM Lunar struck..Enjoyed reading your work..Sara

Carolyn Devonshire September 15, 2016 at 1:48 PM Dear Charma, there is a loneliness at night that you capture well in this beautiful poem. I was enthralled by the imagery and especially liked the line: "Casting shadows upon the edge of an early compromise." I often feel like I'm doing just that. So nice to read your work again. I'm hanging in there, my friend. Sending love to you!

Richard Lamoureux September 12, 2016 at 8:26 AM Dropping by to say hi. I hope all is well with you. Hugs Rick.

Paul Callus September 10, 2016 at 3:33 PM Hi Charm....your lone talented musician reminds me of those who write poetry and hide it away in a drawer, not realizing that there is beauty and satisfaction awaiting in sharing with others! Love your lyrics and full marks to you! Regards // paul Carolyn Devonshire September 15, 2016 at 1:50 PM Paul, I regret I left our collaboration in a file for so many months and am glad it is finally posted. But you should see all the poems I have hidden in drawers.

Richard Lamoureux September 9, 2016 at 7:40 PM I think you have a hit on your hands! 7 all the way!

Timothy Hicks September 3, 2016 at 9:54 PM Deep with a tinge of the mystical. Loved the subtle change in the end with the silent musician gazing at the moon. Music should be played out in the open ... not in a shadowed room.

Jesse Day September 2, 2016 at 10:52 AM I sense the talent of this hero in your write. I want to hear him play! Excellent work - Jesse

Ravi Sathasivam September 1, 2016 at 2:27 AM Excellent. Very deep write. Enjoyed reading it. Thanks fro sharing it.

Arthur Vaso August 29, 2016 at 10:41 PM I agree with Tim, the depth of the poem, I had to read it a few times, and I confess when I read the title I confused the ss's for ff's, the irony being the meaning would not have been lost! Hugs! Still very sad

Tim Smith August 29, 2016 at 6:04 PM This is very deep Charmaine...I had to read a few times to feel it. He shuts out everything to concentrate on just himself and misses out on the world. In the end he realizes the beauty that is around him. Very thought provoking. Charmaine Chircop August 29, 2016 at 6:25 PM He doesn't let the light of the moon into his darkness...Maybe too doubtful or scared ...He plays his own music, alone.,.Thinking the moon is gone, but light was in his life all along, He just had to watch its glow.Could be about a female too.I used male version since , the moon is considered female. Inspired by a poem I read and some music I heard, Thanks for reading.