Michael Keshigian

He asked them
to take the music outside,
listen as they held it toward the sky,
let the wind rattle its stems,
or place the sheet against an ear
to hear a tune
through the hollow of its shell.
He told them to jog
the parameters of the staves,
walk the winding road of its clef
and imagine living there.
Perhaps they could drop a feather
upon the music’s resonance,
follow its float among the timbres,
or ski the slopes of musical peaks,
gliding unencumbered into its valleys,
then thank the composer
for varying the landscape
when they left the lodge.
But the class was determined
to stalk each phrase,
analyze chords for manipulation, cunning
and seek the hidden form.
They handcuffed the notes
to the music stand,
even flogged the melody
with a drum mallet,
until it whistled a meaning never intended.    

©2012 This work is the property of the author.


Posted on June 26, 2012, in Michael Keshigian, POETRY and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Another accomplished poem from Michael. Read more of his fine work by clicking the link:

  2. I really liked this one… great!

  3. I really like the last 5 lines

  4. I heartily concur with Ian Moore where the poem exceeds expectations is in the denoument, where language moves like a baton to a resonance of musicality and scales its attunement.

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