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
I enjoyed the images in this poem. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you so much for your feedback, I am happy you enjoyed.
So wonderful VB. Loved the rhymes and the flow of the story, a beautifully written piece 💜
Thanks so much Secrets 💜💜