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.

3 comments:

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.