Maybe—That—Would Awaken—Them

Muramatsu DS

Song lingers, body shaped by its charms.

The instrument, tarnished and scratched, still distinct…

Soft metal of depth, built from devotion, a loneliness all know, few embrace.

Upon first touch, cold as granite, then melody’s warmth wraps…the air.

Strange kind of ether, a wonder we breathe, sound is the current of the core.

Bending a phrase, the trailing dash of a note, dangling off into chant…

The incantation.

Magic is craft mixed with gift, singed by song, burnt into listening, words that hit inside.

First notes feel the delicacy of fingers, the embouchure fixed

Mouth free into verse.

Recite aloud.


(Emily Dickinson Series #2)

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10 Responses to Maybe—That—Would Awaken—Them

  1. A mouth free into verse … recite aloud. How moving – even better inspiring!

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  3. dornahainds says:

    Groovy. 😎😎😎

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  4. ivor20 says:

    You penned your words like an instrument of pleasure.

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  5. Beautiful–verse and picture.

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  6. Rae Longest says:

    I know a father and son team of jazz trumpet players who are true musicians. They will love this post.

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  7. You have sung your song so well that I feel the echoes.

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  8. Mr Nothing says:

    A verbal painting of rhetorical effects.


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