SONNET
Music is a strange and useless thing.
It doesn't offer cover from the storm.
It doesn't (really) ease the sting of living; nor nourish us, nor keep us warm.
And men expend their lives in search of sound, and by their swift illusions to
confound the heart with fleeting and evasive joys.
Yet I am full of quaking gratitude
that this exalted folly still exists,
that in an age of cold computer mood, a piper can still whistle in the mists.
The notes are pebbles falling into time.
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Hi Deanna,
ReplyDeleteThis one slipped under my radar. All I can say is, "A loud hurrah for strange and useless things." Ah, if only.....
Hi Deanna,
ReplyDeleteA beautiful sonnet, which maybe underscores the position as a exalted form of folly, for surely music or song (as in the song of a bird) in pleasing notes to the ear, preceded language? Essential to our earliest form of existence - rather some exalted form of folly !
On that score, have you engaged in any virtual rehearsals using Zoom or some other platform?
Best wishes
Not as yet, but a good friend is working to set up a virtual performance of a large group we are part of, so, as they say, stay tuned!
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