Oh! Guitar, what music hides in thy heart
That awaits the touch of my soft fingers
As my digit ends move over you in quiet
What melody flows, how it my spirit triggers
Every chord in thee is fastened so tight
If one is loose, the notes run dissonant
With thy melody, thou sustain my heart light
Wonder what sprite hides in this instrument
As I listen to thy finely tuned sounds
How I am kept long suspended in time
To what heights then my wearied soul rebounds
Making my spirit afloat in celestial rhyme
Oh music, flood in me to drown my pain
Can any on Earth your healing power disdain
The waves of a pleasant sound are not only felt through the ears, it touches the whole of our body. A sensation for whole of our body is transmitted to our souls and our souls reflect it again to our body as a magic. Snakes, and plants have no ears but they are also amused by these waves. Sound and waves are simultaneous. A great poem, thanks for sharing.
If music is the food of love, you play on If guitar is your resort, it will play for you madam on its own!
strumming it takes stress out of life. a magnificent view of the impact of music, its reviving power.
You entered the world of sonnets through guitar that provides melodious tunes. Your poem provides rhythmic lines beautifully. Thank you.
favorite lines: Making my spirit afloat in celestial rhyme Oh music, flood in me to drown my pain and thanks for capitalizing Earth. ;) bri :)
Thank goodness. at last! i really do want to close up the showcase until my upcoming (in 3 days) trip is complete. your poem and perhaps one more should do it! ! ! thanks. and i haven't even finished reading the poem! thou sustain didn't sound right at first. it still sounds 'funny' [to ME], but i guess it IS grammatically correct! :) (cont.)
i like dissonant/instrument especially. do you play guitar? i would have thought harp, as you are SUCH an angel! ! this shall go to MyPoemList and into my nearly-completed December 2017 showcase. Thanks. the rest of this i sent as a message: (to be cont.)
Melodious music played by your Guitar, Was it the music that flowed down to your fingers, right from your heart, or the lovely spirit, played the music for you... It quenches one's soul, When you are drowned, in the flood of pain. It refreshes our heart when each fingers touches the magical strings. Yes, we are the music lovers Please never stop it playing further Valsa Dear! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Vocal or instrumental, music in any form brings beauty, harmony and emotions..........Valsa.........unparalleled in alleviating wearied souls.............beautiful sonnet composed beautifully...................