Music Poem by Lawrence Frankpitt Fearby

Immortal music's glorious theme

All other joys how futile seem

Compared to this enraptured balm

It's rampant flare: It's peaceful calm



A subject to its melting sway

The evil world will fade away

To lend the mind inspired bliss

A paradise on earth is this



The listening ear must concentrate

To follow with its changing rate

The harmony of blended chords

The subtlety its depths afford



Tchaikovsky, Chopin, Brahms and Bach

have all achieved a lasting mark

‘Tis genius and golden art

The modest works of young Mozart



The luxurious haunting oboes call

Its eastern echo minds enthrall

I see the palms in swaying green

The Sheik, the Mosque, the desert scene



The blatant horn describing man

His fearless, brutal, determined plan

The mighty clap of thunderous drum

Depicting chaos yet to come



The angels and to God akin

The magic of the violin

With warmth to woe the wildest beast

Oh! Fiddler charm my soul to rest.



Combined with others these compound

That galaxy of wondrous sound

Like finely woven tapestry

That fine orchaestral unity.


Involved the depths of symphony

A simple lift in rhapsody

But jazz is obviously insane

Superficial and insane.



Lawrence Frankpitt Fearby