drums from the forest
Nature’s bass is low and deep
ancient vibrations
The humans from long ago
Their spirits fill the forest
Category: Music Poetry
Music of the Sea
The music of the sea,
I hear you play for me.
The music of the sea,
You help me to be me.
The music of the sea,
I become so very free.
The music of the sea,
You helped me to see.
Haiku: Hanging D Vibes
Goose flesh from the strings
The notes gather momentum
Motion on the sea
Becoming a Violin
Just one look
Desire is a four-letter word
Touched before flesh touches flesh
Years of understanding in a kiss
A master craftsman moulded them together
There’s nowhere to hide emotions
They know each other too well
Feelings from the inside and the outside
The music becomes louder and louder
She becomes the arching
He moves like a bow
The smell of rosin fills the air
Broken horsehair everywhere
The Violin
You play the violin as sad tears drip from the bow of horsehair you wield so well.
Strings hear the echoes of your many sorrows, as they become vibrations and sounds, to ripple along your ivory skin.
Memories of your lovers flow into the wood to haunt the players of your violin.
C & K 