Friday, October 12, 2007

Secrets of the Great Composers

We write what music’s in our hearts
in manuscript of blood and nerve:
to wrap the primal fish of art

no lesser parchment serves.
None so plainly signifies
the variations we observe:

iubilate, track of fly,
oratorio of gall,
heavy metal lullaby.

Composer, fiddle, fiddler, hall,
we count the quavers, score the parts
to songs we learned when we were small.


Pisces Iscariot said...

Ten silver saxes,
a bass with a bow
The drummer relaxes
and waits between shows
For his cinnamon girl.
~ Neil Young

Minx said...

Sweet arrangement, Carver.

Absolute Vanilla (and Atyllah) said...

Brilliant bit of composition, John.