Practicing the Scales (II)
In the shower on a lazy morning,
in the bedroom on a sleepless night,
I catch myself singing everything
from "You're My Best Friend" to "Kid Charlemagne"
to "O the Deep Deep Love of Jesus" ---
in my creaking and pitiable tenor
(a bargain-counter tenor?)
which makes me sound like Frasier Crane
going through puberty.
I think of Ingrid and Bina
singing Thomas Tallis and William Byrd,
and I am quite abashed.
Abashed, but grateful
for all the voices,
from Geraldine Hollett's to Natalie Merchant's,
from Sinatra's to Ben Vereen's,
who bestow upon all grateful listeners
the gift and grace of song.
Poetry by Thomas D
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Written on 2021-01-12 at 22:06
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