Sounding
In the hands of a master
The melody played so sweetly runs
Like a playful rivulet down the hall
Spilling an invitation to
Light-footed dancing, to
Birds chittering along, to light
Flickering between the window blinds
To call all of us down the passage
To bathe in its cool music
All our Loves
All our friends are singing
In the chorus on a Saturday
And though I know they will be fine
And sing it well, I have to say
That hearing all our friends ring out
In chorus is more complex still
Than polyphonic harmonies
And counterpoint, and what we will
Be loving best and savoring
On the occasion, likely, is
The sheer delight of soaking in
That all these loves are mine and his
Art-Colored Glasses 
Marvelous, my dear! I’m especially fond of the first, having discovered this week that we have a tiny Dancing Queen in our midst…We arrived at a beach party/picnic, and Angel stopped dead in her tracks… “Grandmom! It’s a BAND!” she shouted. “Hold my Sweater!” and she procceeded to boogie her little self silly! 😀
FABULOUS!! I wish I could’ve seen the performance too!
xoxoxo
Kath
Absorbing love, peace & harmony among friends is a fine experience;
sweet thoughts here, my dear child…
I did even write the second piece after we attended a concert performed by a new choir made up in about 2/3 of its membership (conductor and all) by former students of Richard’s!
Your words are like “playful rivulets” in my mind when I read them.. I loved these ones today!
Your musical mind is showing, my dearest!
🙂
Lovely words, Kathryn! xx
Thank you, dear Lauren!
xoxo
Wonderful, Kathryn. I just love to read about music and dance as you bring it alive through both the intellect and senses, The last lines are perfect!
They merely reflect the actual experience of hearing ‘our’ singers perform and feeling an almost ridiculous amount of familial pride. 🙂