Music Hath CharmsA Poem by Richard WilliamsWhat music is.
Music is a kind of salt that flavors
my existence. It is poetry that plays in the park, it is a time machine at my beck and call. Music is a breath of fresh air in an odorous world. It is a door closed quietly instead of one that's slammed. It is a beautiful woman with long eyelashes and milky skin. It is the antidote for pain. Music is a red-headed child in a yellow dress, two locomotives on parallel tracks, a crescent moon in the twilight of summer, or the foliage that speaks to autumn. It is a swing suspended from an oak tree, a covered country bridge, pumpkins in a field, copper kettles with shiny black handles. With music we can line up anxieties like paperback books to be read later, plane the jagged edges of indecision, and thaw the iciness of self-pity. With music we can travel the world on full stomachs. © 2010 Richard Williams |
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Added on October 14, 2010 Last Updated on October 14, 2010 Author
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