Two Poems of music and love
Music – Third Degree of Love
The music interrogates, interrupts,
Does not let me sleep.
It keeps me thinking, planning, wondering,
But not resting.
The music questions me
And keeps me hoping.
The nightmare rides me
Cold sweats shiver me
And I lie and listen to the wind
Cold, cold wind of night
That blows where it will,
Finds every gap in the window frame
To blow through me and around me
Picking the bones the music has left
Digging deeper and deeper
Until only the music, only the music is left.
The music questions me like
The dreaded midnight knock on the door,
The unanswerable questions
For which the answer must be found
Or the third degree continues.
The wind’s cold song blows on
But this questioning is the questioning of love.
Love will find me in the music
The song which I cannot escape.
Music binds me up and frees me,
It loses me and finds me
And in the end I know again
That love is all and
That music is its language.
Cool sand left by the waters retreat: a beach on the Transkei Wild Coast
Tears
Are these tears for an unfelt sadness?
Or are they tears of an unknown joy?
What is the meaning of this hollow heart
Or the heaviness that pulls me down
When what I really want is to jump
To fly where I’ve never been before?
Or see again the pink clouds dawning
Or the creamy waves on the shore.
Strained between the heights of joy
And the shadow valley of sadness
I see the world reflected in the brassy candlestick
Or the feeling shining in your eyes;
The passionate intricate weave of live
Rich colours intertwined;
Cool sand left by the water’s retreat,
The patterns of the shiny black crystals
Echo the waves,
Visual echo of the sound of shells
Held against the ear.
I hear the rhythms of the source of life,
Deep-layered sea
Echoing in the labyrinth pearly interior
Spiralling into infinite harmony;
Cool womb of thought,
Cradle on consciousness,
Sand and water,
Children’s playground,
Death and life,
Retreat and advance,
Cold grave and parent of joy;
Salt sea fed by tears;
Drops in the ocean
Become the warm current of life;
Consciousness fed by experience,
The awareness by which we jump free of heaviness;
Climb out of the valley,
And hear in the shell
Another song of joy
As life begins again.
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