Noted Envy
I have always envied musician’s gift
As their melodies and harmonies lift
The spirit of the ones that lucky hear
Their sounds echoing in searching ear
Just seven notes of heptatonic scale
Where the majors sing and the minors wail
Is all they need to create their fine art
Nuance is found in the harmonized part
If you were to give me just seven words
The hope for a poem would seem absurd
It could not compare to the notes they write
Musical vibrations of great delight
The tiny black dots with their funny tails
The clef and rests dotting the five-line scale
And when your magic finally complete
The hook snares the mind, heard in repeat
Oh, how I wish I had that set of skills
Noting the enchanting by just sheer will
But a million words will never compare
To feelings felt in the musical air
I cannot find a way to disparage
My only hope a lyrical marriage
The wedding of your music and my words
The only hope that my words will be heard
commonsensiblyspeaking 
i have always wished to have musical talent, too! great ode to music and the people who make it –
I am always so enamored by people who can do things I can’t. I sometimes wonder if they appreciate their talent as much as I covet it. Thanks for reading and commenting, Beth! Have a happy and safe Easter! 🐇
Music is the language of the heart, the soul and the universal communicator…lovely poem Brad…and all it takes is to sit in front of a piano and begin to practise…music will flow intuitively, as we all have music within. All the best,
Francisco
It may not be obvious, but it was you I had in mind when I wrote this. I am always so jealous of your artistic talents with brush and note. I wanted to say thank you for making our world a more beautiful place to live in. Best wishes, dear friend!
I am truly touched. Thank you! I am always expecting something magnificent from your words, your poems, thoughts, teachings and I am always quite satisfied. You are a master and I truly have learned much from you. Thank you so much Brad!
All the best,
Francisco
And you have taught me much in return. I know, see, and feel things differently because the beauty you share with the world. It makes me happy to think that I may have returned that kindness in some small way. You are a blessing to my world!
Truly feel humbled by your words and greatly appreciate your friendship. You are a great writer and most certainly an influence and a blessing in my world as well!
Wow!! This is amazing, Brad! Okay I think this is my new favorite (for the next day or two before it changes again.) I related to this one. Music IS my life pretty well, and writing of course. I play music (I played 6 different instruments in high school.) Now I dabble with 2, and am trying to learn another. But I listen to it every day. I don’t know if a day has gone by where I didn’t listen to music. I love how you flow your words together, one stanza flows into the next one, as if it belonged there all along, any other combination of words just wouldn’t have fit, and it takes someone with deep emotions to write such flowing poetry. I think that’s why I love reading you, because I can feel you. I love music, books, poems, and things I can feel, things that have soul. Very beautiful and touching! 😍😍😍
I didn’t think it was possible, but your generous words made an old man blush. It thrills my heart to think that my words can convey so much. I, too, am musically inclined and play a number of instruments, but my skills were always mediocre at best, so expression was left to the written word where there is less competition, though no less failure. If I had spent as much time playing, as I did writing, who knows where that may have led. You are a true Renaissance woman and I thank you sincerely for your uplifting and gracious words. You are too kind, too generous with you praise, and too easy to love back! Thank you for that! ❤❣❤💕❣
You’re far from old, and I get that. I’m really good on the marimba, and if I had the opportunity, I would probably be playing in a symphony somewhere, but they are very expensive and my parents couldn’t buy me one, (I don’t blame them, at the time they were $8,000. A real marimba is made from rose wood, which is rare,) so I went with my second love, the clarinet. I’m decent, I mean, I can play and people don’t cover their ears, but I wish I could play like Benny Goodman. It’s my pleasure. Thank you for sharing your gift with the world. ❤💋❤💋
Hi Brad, I always think of poets and songwriters being one and the same. I think many of your poems could be set to music; I think you’ve done the hard part!
There is an obvious connection, but I think my writing is the easy part. I have a million words to choose from and the musician only has the seven notes of the scale to work with. The bane for both is finding something people haven’t heard before. Thanks Jim! I always look forward to your comments.
you should move to Nashville and become the next great songwriter!
Such beautiful selection of words. Amazing poem.
Thank you, Rajaneesh! I am so glad you enjoyed it!
You are welcome Brad. I really enjoy your literary pieces.
wow
nicely written!
Thank you!
I never fail to be amazed by your talent, as well as those of musicians!
Thank you! 💋
You’re welcome x