Music

Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that engages with another art form – it might be about a friend of yours who paints or sculpts, your high school struggles with learning to play the French horn, or a wonderful painting, film, or piece of music you’ve experienced – anything is in bounds here, so long as it uses the poem to express something about another form of art.

(This poem is a tribute to a dear friend who is not only a singer, musician, songwriter but also a poet of repute.)

Music

I shiver as the opening bars

caress my soul

raising goosebumps

right up to my heart

which forgets to beat

then the deep mellow voice

fills every corner of its being

making it beat again

in tandem with the

haunting sound of the fiddle

my sorrows, worries, cares melt away

as the song achingly sung about lost love

consumes me with its tenderness

transporting me

to hitherto unknown spaces

of wide green expanses and

snow covered peaks

there is rainfall in my heart

I open my damp eyes with a start

when the music stops

my drab life beckons again.