In dream
he never had before
he watched and listened
while music—
pleasant, gentle
for twos to dance by—
gracefully whirling
in comfortable clothes—
was played
by the ensemble
right about him.
Each member took his solo—
each played the refrain—
and then a nod
for him to take his turn—
and fiddle perched
upon his shoulder
sawed the bow
and music came from him(!) —
sweet as the others—
seamless with the others...
Then he awoke
the melody still with him—
sweet and gentle
and played by a single fiddle.
Such a sweet dream to have and enjoy. it would make one to want to go back to sleep......
yes, savita, it was a wonderful dream. thank you for your comment. blessings to you! -glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is such a wonderment Glen, I love it! I do so oft wish I was a musician, this has truly touched me. Beautiful my friend...
hey, smoky! thanks for looking this one up and for your warm comment. glad you liked it. have a wonderful new year! -glen