A Deaf Musician

As though a deaf musician, I am part
Of some great orchestra I cannot hear.
The only notes that fall upon my ear
Are those which rise unbidden from the heart
And offer teasing glimpses of the art
Of harmony. Yet have I heard, in clear,
Still moments of perception, what appear
As distant drum-beats; pulses that impart
A rhythm to the cosmic melody.
Then, with a quick'ning joy, I see that I
Am moving to creation's symphony.
As birds that wheel and dart across the sky
To secret music, so it seems that we
Can sometimes see the patterns as we fly.

by Mary Spain

Comments (69)

Mary, a perfectly-rhymed poem about tthe mystery and miracle of inner hearing of cosmic energies!
A well articulated piece of poetry, nicely encapsulated and subtly penned with insight. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
Lovely form Taps into that sparkling mystical realm in which Rumi whirled and whirled. Thank you for this beautiful poem.
Is this a tribute to Beethoven? Awesome poem!
Not that great. The rhyme scheme is distracting and takes away from what the poem is supposed to be about....whatever that is...I couldnt quite grasp it myself. Its to formal, not enough emotion; lackadaisical and full of undeveloped whims. I did not enjoy it.
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