The Dots
The dots on the page
sing to me
in a voice
uniquely my own
Even though they are yours
they will forever be mine
Two centuries later
your ability to articulate
is unmatched
Others have been trained on you
but they cannot reach
you
We can only reinterpret
and hope
we can
connect
with the beauty that
you saw all those years ago
Thoughts
Today is world poetry day. Here is my contribution to it. I try to stay vague but hopefully you can imagine your favourite composer amongst the lines.
Is this how we see other people’s music? Just a blur of their original intentions?
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