Into The Night Poem by Daniel Brick

Into The Night

Rating: 4.9


Time can be used for good or for bad...
With this thought you step into the night.
'Cherry Blossoms, ' Fabrizio Frosini

Everyday is a balancing act, as we
bend this way and then that way,
trying to dodge the random messages
hurled at us. Oh, how often I have
fallen, and the hard knocks
hitting the ground convince me
I need an insulating music. Not
what pours out of contending radios.
I have turned away from that
obvious music, preferring silence
to its false tones. But now, as time
doles out our shares of duration,
I grow impatient for stronger melodies,
sharper harmonies, fiercer rhythms.
Shall I step into the night, and
search for an answering music
to the hum playing inside me?
Raise my eyes to the stars,
looking for that fabled harmony
of perfectly shaped spheres?
Or wander through a forest park,
hoping to come upon a festival
of nocturnal players? Or just sit
in some comfortable nook, and
doze and dream until the music finds
me, teases me with its tardy arrival?
How many nights will I expend
before the necessary music echoes
sounds already circling within?
When I cross paths with that
sole musician, I will greet her
with a promise, 'I am listening to you:
Play on.' The rest, as Hamlet grasped,
is silence....

Saturday, April 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: music
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Fabrizio Frosini 04 April 2015

glad that my final verse in ''Cherry Blossoms'' - and AIS ;) - accompanied you when you did step into the night. And you have used your time for good, Daniel. This poem is filled with music (not only the baritone soloist making neighing sounds.. there is Mahler, here.. the coachman's horn.. and Schubert - Der Müller und der Bach..) Your poetic mind at its best

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Amitava Sur 11 April 2015

This elaborate poem talks about the time what you are passing through now, cannot please your inner heart. The music what you need to console yourself is not available around you. And hence, you are in a wild search, in your language.... When I cross paths with that sole musician, I will greet her with a promise ..... very nice. Thanks for sharing.

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Aniruddha Pathak 26 November 2019

Beautiful Dramatic Monologue just as the mind unfolds its thoughts.

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Bharati Nayak 29 April 2017

How many nights will I expend before the necessary music echoes sounds already circling within? When I cross paths with that sole musician, I will greet her with a promise, 'I am listening to you: Play on.' The rest, as Hamlet grasped, is silence....

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Daniel Brick 29 April 2017

I wrote this poem two years ago. Thanks for reminding me of it. That closing passage is my favorite too with the mysterious female musician appearing suddenly.

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Clarence Prince 18 April 2015

When I cross paths with that sole musician I will greet her with a promise, I am listening to you: Play on Well, that sounds very promise-able, Daniel!

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Roseann Shawiak 14 April 2015

Daniel, your poem took me beyond reason, for music cannot be reasoned as if it were a decision to be made. Instead, we balance ourselves upon it's random and incomplete messages, falling to the ground because there is no music worth hearing or accompanying us. Looking instead, for those gentle, tender notes and sounds that will fill our imaginations full of poetical ideas and thoughts. Listening to stars with their twinkling music of light shining upon us, creating harmonies that a sole individual can hear. Walking through the milky way's forest of beauty touching our minds with it's silent music above, or sitting in a meadow filled with colorful roses, hearing their petals of creative music being composed within echoes of our intellect. Gazing upon music at last, our soul, the only musician that plays for each of us alone. Fantastic and amazing poem, Daniel. Guess I got a little carried away with it's thought-provoking properties. You do make me think outside of every box. Thank you, RoseAnn

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Mihaela Pirjol 13 April 2015

The unsung melody within our hearts, has its own perception in recognizing itself when encounters its mirror-soul. There will be dancing untouched, in harmony, just like - Energy - impalpable, and yet it is everything!

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