The music I love

Thin Ice, Frosted white,

pooling by frozen curbs.

They crack, like brittle iron

to a child's delight.

It says "broken, 

but beautiful;

I paint the city streets

with a feeling; cold

Air. Disturbed

by metal machines

parted by speed

so you hear it leave.

It breathes-powerful-

a set of living lungs.

Of through-ways and side-streets

Its sound a rush, as we spun.

Its sings a major chord.

Hard, Sharp, And strong

A sound that snaps

like luffing sails, then is gone.

Creaking doors

Against heavy morning; grey.

A quiet busyness 

that careless ones don't display.

It sings; thoughtful,

silence-a minor chord

as we contemplate

the day.

Fresh; she smells

of petrichor-

that odd scent

of dust after rain.

They clash; dissonant

and seem to say,

"disappointment,

dissatisfied, disarray"

This is the music

I hold close to my chest.

It beats like a heart,

with joy and unrest.

It moves with a rhythm

erratic at best.

It speaks

of unexpected happiness. 

We call this life,

With its untimely grace

I wish someday 

I might see her face. 

Author's Note

I apologize for the recurring topic. Music has always been such a hiding place for me; I stumble trying to explain the deep place in my heart it occupies.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Really liked the spare, clear delivery of this one. It seems to take a frank, honest view of life. It accepts that disappointment and disarray are part of it, but I don't get a feeling of despair here. Rather, a patient willingness to give life a chance, believing there is good to be had from it. We call this faith.

[Li]

The cacophony of life's music is what makes it beautiful....
Great flow and reveal....
Cheers Anne!

[Mia]

Its a really nice piece of work here!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you aren't the only one, Anne...
I have grown up with music being a big part of my soul.
Can't be enough poems about it...i think in the next life i want to be a song.
Music is my heart beat, my soul mate.
great poem...and i, too, like the short musical beat of the lines.
j.

[Anne’sRants]

Thanks J. 🙂