Concerto Of The “akashic Records” Poem by John Tansey

Concerto of the “Akashic Records”


The band shell, quieted,
A pianist,
In black tie and tails,
Walks out, bows then sits down.

A lone forefinger
Drops upon the ivory;
A small footprint
In the freshly, fallen snow.

A breath of sound vibrates
Along the string,
And here I am;
Another, one octave higher,

In sympathetic vibration,
Stands up, to see and takes my hand.
We linger, in harmony,
One, two measures longer.

Then are gone, forever, before
The harsh clash
Of the brash, sad chords;
Starting the Concerto

Of the “Akashic Records” in E minor…



7.X.8 John Tansey




Copyright ©2008 John Thomas Tansey