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I
can't read music at all
it's
like each of us
has
a note to strike
and
there's only a certain instrument
with
which it can be done
for
those of us
who
play to make
it's
so simple
what's
required
you
could spend a lifetime
looking
for that note
or
it could be a chord
or
a cadence
you
could fritter away
trying
to find your right signature
or
the pick or the stick
or
the thing that goes dong
then
there's working out when to join in
which
bars are for rest
you
see how complicated it gets?
which
instrument is it after all?
how
much attention is required?
when
you were a kid
it
was leaden lentissimo
didn't
matter how many beats to the bar
you
were always
wanting
time to go faster
like
the world was something
you'd
like to wind up
sit
on a bicycle
get
it all happening faster and faster
you
were the dynamo then
can't
remember exactly when that feeling went
it
doesn't happen so often now
that
you'd want time gone
time
out of the way
now
it's hey presto
object
of attention's lapsed
CARPE
DIEM's in big flashing lights
which
are getting harder to see
time
is ever more precious
we
have better equipment
in
some senses at least
the
flesh still has
devil
of a job
but
we have a better idea
what's
to do
still
it's mystery
keeps
all in thrall
and
this is what brings me
to
the realisation
it's
like each of us
has
a note to strike
and
there's only a certain instrument
on
which it can be done
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem, Kit, but then
I wonder why I suddenly get
this flash of an orchestra of fruit
sitting on their chairs as
the resident theatre cat walks past.
:)
guess it can't be helped
ReplyDeleteor
I'm not that kind of doctor