The mystery of music and the spoken word.




The bright lights disguise
and the camera won't show
the dusty black painted floor,
and yet the music plays
and as the vision slowly sways
my heart is opened wide -
or is a pathway made
closer to the soul of me?

I read the lyrics displayed,
subtitiles rudely overlayed,
and feel the writer's words
meant something new be heard
from love and lust and life,
toil and pain and strife,
Clearly so well rehearsed
but spoken with deceit
for the singer simply sings
words of which she's versed.

But having read them all
devoid of notes and strings
I so appreciate their meaning
more than any words can say.
Affinity with the magic things
they do to me 'inside',
and I do not feel dismay
for the TV's slick illusion -
dirt and dust aside -
for I have been  changed -
somwhow completely rearranged -
and I will never, never ever be,
quite the same again.


© griffonner 2022

Poetry by Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2022-06-13 at 11:24

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Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautifully exposited. About to bookmark!