Musical High

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Poetry
A night at the opera
She had not yet had
Philistine poet
Blasphemous, mad

Oh my good lord
My mamma did play
Full blast Nessum Dorma
At my father’s wake

She may not have known
The story in full,
Yet surely she could -
Caress tenor wool

The whole church
Went silent -
All but for 
Mum’s cries

The music
Went dormant
My dad 
Reached the sky

And what she all wanted -
That music to lift
That spirit in silence
The soul, honored gift

Impressions, 
And music,
And ashes -
So esteemed

The lyrics 
Won’t matter -
Vibration 
Goes deep

Impression, 
Spirit,
And sound,
Precious deed

A musical ceiling -
Solemn, 
Fateful,
Sleep

The Author

Woman. Floaty. Attached. Dettached. Sudden. Note-scribbler. Citizen of the world. Travelling to the moon and back.

4 Comments

  1. So wonderful VB. Loved the rhymes and the flow of the story, a beautifully written piece 💜

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