Kalimba notes drift out
To my delighted ear
As if the Matobo plains
Were conveyed from afar.
The tines - reverberating -
Complete an ethereal bar.
Each bar - artfully plucked -
Speaks kindly to my heart.
Categories:
kalimba, africa, heart, music,
Form: Rhyme
When I begin to pray, I hear the sound of His Kalimba play
soft as the murmur of the rain each note arrives in disarray
wild flowers wafting through the breeze
folded hands to chest down on my knees
every bloom inside of me, contains His ample loving ray
Categories:
kalimba, appreciation, love,
Form: Limerick
Tiny bar percussion instrument, I am in awed.
I rhythmically stroke my thumbs across your tines,
My soul floats upon your notes; my heart applauds.
Tensions and sorrow float away; your music unbinds.
It seems natural to hold you in my hands.
Your inharmonic overtones, to some, may seem odd.
Sweet dissonances lull me like no marching bands.
Simple reverberations discover my inner-self's facade.
I love to hear your pure tones resonate, floating.
Upon the breeze, contrasting sounds drift away.
Trickling timbre, like a bubbling brook…naturally calming.
Together, we become one with nature, joys stay.
Dreams drift to forever where fantasies thrive.
When you are in my hand, my soul soars.
I become ecstatically thrilled to be alive!
Awakened by the freedom your music implores.
INSTRUMENT: Thumb Piano A.K.A. Kalimba
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
October 29, 2011
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Categories:
kalimba, music, nature, music, music,
Form: Quatrain