music poetry

I Hear a Song

Submitted by Libby on Fri, 09/07/2018 - 04:19

I hear a song
ringing at every corner of the earth,
rung out from every human heart.
A quartet,
a chorus,
full in every part, but
rich with every swell, and yet it wanders,
imperfect in its beauty—
flawed even in the depths of each new chord.


Submitted by LoriAnn on Tue, 02/09/2010 - 20:03


The treble clef sits like a cat Watching the sharps and flats— Like little dancing mice— Point out the steps For the notes   The song skips along Mocking the lazy clef-cat Who dangles her tail Below the staff She sniffs—nose in the air   Scenting the mincing music