The Music In Me. - Poem by Michael Walker
I could not learn to play the piano at high school
nor any wind or string instruments-no strings attached-
and my voice never had the range of a soloist
but rather the soft sounds of a choir singer.
I did not care for the classical composers
whose music was all that we were taught:
Mozart's symphonies, Beethoven's sonatas,
J.S. Bach's cantatas; their German genius passed me by.
-No, my talent was knowing the music I liked
as a teenager, when Johnny Cash's 'Teenage Queen'
was played often on radio and Jim Reeves sang in warm tones
'He'll Have To Go' to a woman, on the phone.
In 1975 I was taken by Bobby Goldsboro's 'Honey',
a ballad about a tree grown tall but a love lost in spring.
Critics said 'too sentimental and romantic' but not true:
I had good karaoke nights singing Stevie Wonder's smooth
' I Just Called To Say I Love You'.
-25 January 2020.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
I could get by in karaoke by wearing the right suit, miming the actual singer and adding my own vocals in the pauses. It was a lot of fun.
My music tastes have not changed. I never go to opera or a classical music concert.
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