Michael Walker

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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.

Topic(s) of this poem: music

Form: Quatrain

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I did not succeed as a music pupil at high school for reasons given. I found classical music too long and slow-moving. I instinctively liked pop music, which I heard on the radio, on the hit parade. I did not have to be taught. Johnny Cash was about the first singer I remember hearing-so different from NZ singers. Jim Reeves appealed also. I included two songs which are sung to a woman on the phone-those by Jim and Stevie Wonder.
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.

Comments about The Music In Me. by Michael Walker

  • Mahtab BangaleeMahtab Bangalee (1/29/2020 5:08:00 AM)

    beautiful taste of music; heart felt expression of music; superb writings. I'm also fond of music though I'm not familiar to western music. Yeah truly I like native classical music and folk songs dig my heart deeply. Mystical and metaphysical lyrics cuddle me very much.

    the true medicine of wounded heart
    it's panacea of lonesome life

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  • Aniruddha PathakAniruddha Pathak (1/27/2020 2:48:00 AM)

    Music has many a genre as any other field of art.
    Talent too shows itself in many ways,
    There is no one way rise
    Nor one way things to size.
    This shows up in your poem.

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  • Rajnish MangaRajnish Manga (1/26/2020 1:51:00 AM)

    never...a soloist...but rather the soft sounds of a choir singer.
    I had good karaoke nights singing Stevie Wonder's smooth
    ' I Just Called To Say I Love You'.... //.... Through this lovely piece of poetry, you have allowed the reader to look into your latent talent for music and the way you have engaged yourself in classical or otherwise in popular music. Thanks, Michael.

    Michael WalkerMichael Walker(1/26/2020 6:34:00 PM)

    Thanks for reading and reflecting on music. Pop music gives me great joy.I think
    I have talent for listening to songs and evaluating them.

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  • Robert Murray SmithRobert Murray Smith (1/24/2020 8:32:00 PM)

    We all have our own tastes. Just as well because of the variety in music. Enjoyed this Micheael. I love Folsom Prison Blues and some other Johnny Cash songs. (Report)Reply

    Michael WalkerMichael Walker(1/26/2020 6:37:00 PM)

    Now I think of it, I watched Johnny Cash's DVD on Folsom Prison quite recently. I really liked it, as I do many of his songs, though not all of them.

    Michael WalkerMichael Walker(1/25/2020 5:01:00 PM)

    Yes, there is such variety in musical tastes. What I have written is my own personal preference
    not a treatise on music. I agree with you about Johnny Cash.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 24, 2020

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 25, 2020

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