Just Seven Notes Poem by Irene C S ClarkHogg

Just Seven Notes.


There is nothing new in music
Only variations of the themes
That man created so long ago
Back in the time of dreams.


When instruments were simple
A rock, a stick, inhuman growls
A simple beat encourages movement
In unison, the community howls.

And they use just seven notes.


In modern times it seems so different.
Drums, guitars, sweet Pipes of Pan.
‘We have new music’ is stated by
All generations of man.


Complicated orchestrations
So many octaves, increasing range.
Electronic gadgets, increased volume,
Claiming a formula for change.

Yet they still use just seven notes.