Saturday, January 31, 2015

Harry Will Play It

Hum a few bars,
and Harry will play it.
No matter how hard,
he’ll try to assay it.

Invariably, he’ll get
most of it wrong.
Though you may decide
you don’t mind Harry’s song.

In fact, it may waken
your soul to a glow!
I’ve seen that occur.
Don’t count on it though.


Friday, January 30, 2015

Next Time

We contra-danced into a contretemps
and conked, debunked and thumped ourselves
into a funk. To try to talk it out was bunk.
Next time we’ll climb into a trunk.


Thursday, January 29, 2015

The Soul of a Viola

Furnished with the smoky alto
tessitura, timbre of the viol –
burnished by its ancient shadow
and inviolable mystery –

and yet the instrument that
Mozart chose to play in a quartet;
intimate with human dissonance
and syncopation – pressed

against the beat – the bleat
and pull – caress, distress –
the beckoning ambivalence
of hemiola: the soul of a viola.