for John


Is it music you want?
I will dispatch a dozen notes;
They will arrive by bird, by horseback, by morning.
Arrange them on the mantel in a dozen fluted vases;
Admire them from a distance;
Moan when the sunlight embraces each golden bloom;
Sigh with the breeze through the open window;
Cry out with each falling petal.
On your knees weep for the beauty
That has been lost by insolence, by neglect.
Then rise, and putting the strands of your hair in order,
Wiping your eyes,
Go to the piano listing in one corner
And lightly drop one finger on an ivory key,
Then listen in the deepening silence
For the rose and lavender echoes
That rise like smoke from an autumn fire,
That fall like autumn leaves from the sycamores,
That arrange themselves like lacework about your feet.

It was music you wanted…
I send a symphony.


(Prague — August 9, 2001)



2 thoughts on ““Troubadour”

  1. A-a-ah…very cool; I’ve not seen the comment boxes tucked away under a hyperlink before. Nor have I gotten in to using cloud computing…I guess it’s time I catch up with the rest of the net. I also need to learn how to subscribe to your RSS feed. I certainly want to read more of your blogs, poems, novels, rants, etc.
    Happy New Year, Christopher!!
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    Truman “Bobby” Anderson
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  2. To subscribe to RSS feed, click on that little orange button on my page above the Amazon widget panel. See it? Next to the Twitter & Facebook buttons. So click on it and on the page that pops up, look for the place to subscribe by email to my site.

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