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
Comments
to the silent beak
of the nightingale.... so good!!!
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?
Hank
Hank
yes, the purpose of the arts, music, painting, poetry, etc..is to share the verve of life.
gracias
Much love...