"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

The Silence Of A Song

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter - John Keats

There is no music
in the song of my dreams.

Night teases sleep
with lyrics, but ties
the promise of melody
to the silent beak
of the nightingale.

What purpose is there
in a chorus unheard,
the held breath of
anticipation music’s
drought will be broken?


Perhaps it is hope.

©Susie Clevenger 2016

18 comments :

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Perhaps. Yes.

thotpurge said...

ties the promise of melody
to the silent beak
of the nightingale.... so good!!!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Beautiful!

rhymeswithbug.com said...

that last line is fabulous! perhaps indeed.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Such a wistful poem inspired by Keats' nightingale.

glacial caramel(s) said...

That is the worst torment, being kept awake by words.

Now you've got me thinking about the unheard music. I think there is purpose and reason in it. But I also see your point. What if music is different when it is heard versus unheard? What if what IS heard is better (or worse) if all of it is heard? What if music isn't special anymore if it is overplayed?

kaykuala said...

Music may be able to resolve feelings of emptiness. If only it can be employed in such a way most times.

Hank

kaykuala said...

There is a feeling of being subjected to some form of control. It may be useful so as to impose a disciplined behavior.

Hank

Anusha Das said...

lovely lines

brudberg said...

What a wonderful question... I always wonder why the birdsong is so beautiful

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"Perhaps it is hope". Yes, hope is purpose enough. I love the "silent beak of the nightingale."

angieinspired said...

i would listen to hope:)

Vandana Sharma said...

Hope can do wonders!

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

i agree...what purpose is there in a chorus unheard.

yes, the purpose of the arts, music, painting, poetry, etc..is to share the verve of life.

gracias

Carol Campbell said...

Metaphorical masterpiece!

Gillena Cox said...

I never thought of music as being a default state. Thus is quite interesting Susie

Much love...

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Hope, indeed. This is beautiful.

Outlawyer said...

Hope makes beautiful music, thanks, Susie! k.

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