Music of the Spheres

Music of the Spheres

A Poem by Siddartha Beth Pierce

 

Inane assemblies
Treble clefs and bass chords
dance upon the keys
of my mind
not Sublime
but daunting.

 

Static echoes
trodden
through my night
when I awake I can not
escape them.

 

Shards, threads and tatters
of rapid sounds
cladden in animal hooves-
The musical charge
of nothing good.

 

I ache to hear a muse
smouch him if I could
The delicate, tender, embrace
of his sweet song
could puddle jump with me
for infinity,
so heavenly as Pythagorus purported,
in my heart, my soul and limbic system.

 

Only if he would come
and play his drums
for me
a sweet tune of reverie
to rid me of my own
monotonous songs
that clatter about
within my head
each eve and every morn.

 

And with this beautiful
undertaking
he could spread apart my ribcage,
petrify my heart
with his rainbow glow and burn
of tune,
the magic of the loon
a Master's guarantee
of the love he feels
for me,
a tender, sweet-
Melody.

 

 

© 2008 Siddartha Beth Pierce


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Music never sounded more beautiful. I adored last stanza and this one:
Shards, threads and tatters
of rapid sounds
cladden in animal hooves-
The musical charge
of nothing good.------------------this is fragmented sound and at the end of stanza you bring it into one auditory and visual sensation

now this is my new favorite of yours. 5 stars darling.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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You know what your talking about and you blend it together with such artistic flow. It is enlightening and beautiful all at the same time. Good write.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

you have worded the flow of a music of inner soul and captured it into a wpnderful muse. i like the vocabulary. it is melody personified

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Music and reverie go so well together. I liked the longing and dreaminess of your words.

Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

Sidartha.. this is exquisite.. you sing the song of muses.. as words flow through you-i love the old enlishe
flow .. the metaphorical perception is written with heightened effect-and relays your words with
spellbound-inspirational effect.. i see a harp being strung.. a melody the plays the strings of the readers
spirit- the depth is sweeping and takes the reader further and further-higher and higher with every
word delicately surrendered- defining what it means to feel and be loved-in light of inspiration. truly lovely

And with this beautiful
undertaking
he could spread apart my ribcage,
petrify my heart
with his rainbow glow and burn
of tune,
the magic of the loon
a Master's guarantee
of the love he feels
for me,
a tender, sweet-
Melody.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Excellent! You had a few "ancient" or "old" references, and you really accented that with the use of some old, little-used words like "eve" and "morn." Very strong imagery. I like it!

Posted 16 Years Ago


3 of 3 people found this review constructive.

this is a definet favorite keeper for sure. this screams longing and the haunting melody of the lonely. I feel you sid, and I thank you for feeling for us too.. much love and head held high. stay up.

l8r g8r
-Tao

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 3 people found this review constructive.

I like this it would make an awesome intro to a music concept I have. Longing for a tune from a stranger loon...it's simply Crazy Good! And Carl Jung would approve of you serenading your "Man" as such.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

"Only if he would come
and play his drums
for me
a sweet tune of reverie
to rid me of my own
monotonous songs
that clatter about
within my head
each eve and every morn."

Did I happen to mention that I play a pretty mean bongo?
(it's true)

This is my favorite of your's so far.
And that's saying alot.
I really loved this.







Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Love the third verse. Sounds crazy. My head is usually empty, never get any colours or noises, just white reason. A little craziness would brighten things up! And the drum reference conjours up images of beefy Japanese drummers pounding away for hours...or Irishmen standing by their lochs with their lambeg drums drumming to the man with the lambeg in the next valley. I also get a strong image of Lars the crazy demoic drummer of Metallica! I note en passent monkey cage in the other poem, rib cage here. Enjoyed the read, especially v2.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Wow, this was perfect from my sight and my thought. The making of music, the creative process. This was really beautiful Siddartha! Going in my FAVS!! BTW, I have heard that line before "Music of the Spheres" I believe it is in a RUSH song, 'analog kid'.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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