Open the cage

Open the cage

A Poem by Keith Charles
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A poem about silent music

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Open the Cage




A composer by the name of Cage, pen poised above a pristine page


closed his eyes for inspiration, and after a moments hesitation


as he could not think of a single note, there were no notes in what he wrote



So scribbling furiously and fast, he filled that empty page at last


and then on opening his eyes, said to himself in some surprise


I’ve either written very small, or else there’s nothing there at all.



He checked the ball on his plastic pen, then pushed the pen about again


and said,”I am inclined to think, I’ve run entirely out of ink


I’ve nothing else with which to write, besides I’ve done enough tonight.


It's been a really long hard day, and a tune that no-one has to play


is a tune the band will love the best, as it gives them all a well earned rest


In fact I get the strongest hunch, they’ll use this break to eat their lunch”.



At last there came the opening night, he’d practised hard to get it right


the orchestra had left the pit, they didn’t feel inclined to sit


silent ,while he didn’t play, piano-so they went away


and took their blank unprinted score, that they found other uses for.



The conductor of course he had to stay, to say when not to start to play


and then to do his very best, to count out all the bars of rest


He tapped the stand and raised his baton,


the pianist pulled the stool he sat on


Opened the piano lid, and that was precisely all he did.



As he sat on stage at the Albert Hall, there was no single sound at all


and the audience all took learn-ed note


of the excellent way, he didn’t play


the tune he never wrote.



John Cage’s most famous musical composition is called 4’33”.


It can be played on any instrument and consists of three silent movements.


First performed by David Tudor, on piano, at Woodstock, New York


in 1952.


It is available on C.D.


I must admit I had a rather low opinion of John Cage for some reason,


until I found his photo.


Not at all what I expected, and I am now of the firm belief


that he was one of the biggest jokers of all time,


and


the world of classical music has yet to see


the humorous side of this situation.

© 2015 Keith Charles


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Keith Charles
Keith Charles

Epsom, Surrey, United Kingdom



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I live in Epsom, Surrey, a County in the South of England. Made redundant many years ago, I survived by selling my drawings to tourists. Then I started writing about my experiences and would like to f.. more..

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