Poem 0157: Cello
Bow caresses strings just so. Responsive, they begin instantly to sing. At first, it is the ears that listen. Soon, only the heart needs to hear. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2011, 2017 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved.
music
#Poem – musical parts
Wind whistles trees, Caverns, Trestles, And houses along Its way. It carries its part well. It knows it by heart Or improvises; Carefree and winsome. Yes, I do think The wind makes up Its song as it goes Along. Not too many variations To my ear, at least. And yet never boring. Drifting in and
#Poem – jazz
Jazz is this intellectual Sort of jive where I Have to think Or go completely numb. Either and neither Will work when it comes to Jazz. Riffing away the night In a jazz club, These cats know where It’s at. Or maybe they Don’t care Where it’s at and That’s the real secret. Really: if
#Poem – flash
Inspiration is exceptional. Do not take it for granted. I awoke in a thick sweat, Though our bedroom still Had the chill of Morning air. I knew there was much To do And chose not to make Much a do about other Things this morning. I took the guitar off It’s rack and plucked A
#Poem – magic
someone told me that there’s magic about the year 2012. i don’t know if i believe in magic, because i’m focused on what’s real and tangible now. i’ve for too long waited for the magic to intrude on my reality, take care of me, remove all cares from me. i know better. and i still
#Poem – chimes
Heavy winds have brought Winter’s cold to us in recent days. The chill hurtles through the trees And then through the trestles on our porch. It can pierce any cloth Or flesh blockade And so I feel it in my Skin and bones As I venture outside. Whenever I walk in this chill, I long
bliss
I performed for the first time with Penn Strings on Sunday. It was great. We had a kind of simple ease together even though it was our first time performing together. The set included everything from Beethoven to Coldplay, so there was no shortage of variety. I can hardly wait for the next gig! Contrast
circle singing and being open-hearted
Singing greases the wheel of desire that’s been waiting to roll out.