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 
Music is the most magical of all the arts. When analysed, musicians improvising were able to generate more alpha waves than with any other art form, and these are the waves that allow for greater creativity…this was a great poem and a delight to read. Cheers my brother!
Thank you for sharing that insight with my readers, Francisco! Music is magical in that way!
You’re welcome my friend!
I always teach the kinder that music is putting poetry together with sounds from instruments, including our singing voices
A universal language lesson…
I agree with Beth. Your poetry could be set to music and would make a wonderful song…
Thanks, Jim!
Brad, your words are like music to our ears. Music has been such a huge part of my life; it began around my Mom’s piano~then to church~to school and band~and now has settled in my soul. Even when watching a movie I will first comment on its background music 🎶 (I can play background music to my own life). I can read your words like music~and your readers can pick the tone, mood, and rhythm. I love your beat. And your word choices are perfectly composed!
Thank you for your kind words! Music was central in our home growing up too. Your sense of musicality in this piece is greatly appreciated. Music is everywhere if we but listen for it. 🎵
You’re welcome, Brad 🎶 (can you hear me singing it? 😉
I can, but only when I dream…😊
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Music is truly a universal language. The appreciation of music is definitely one of our mom’s legacies passed down for which I am so grateful. I’ve been away from it far too long to be as musically inclined as I was during those years of piano lessons, but I’ve never lost my appreciation for the sounds that music from any instruments make. Thank you for reminding me what it means and what an amazing gift it was in our home.
Love you, sis!
Music is so powerful! I have never written my own music, but I do enjoy playing. Did you know I’m a musician? I play 4 different instruments, but I’m hoping to learn piano and guitar one day!
Beautifully written, as always!
I think I did know that. Or maybe I just assumed. I guess I figured there is nothing creative that you can’t do. Thank you, as always!
Aww. There are a few creative talents I lack, but I am happy with the ones I have. ❤
Think of how much pleasure and comfort gives us over a lifetime. It is one of those universal arts that all people can appreciate.
Agreed. Thank you, Pete!
Music is such a gift and one can easily escape this world for a while and pass into the world of sound that puts us into a different and even more beautiful place. When I was young (about 16) I would go to Henry Clays home in KY and I had a friend that played the flute so beautifully and there was a tree whose limbs touched the ground. We could climb inside the limbs of the trees and listen to him playing and watch people looking around for the music and the notes as they traveled this beautiful yard looking from where it came but never seeing us. I spent so much wonderful time listening to the flute. Great piece Brad, you explained it wonderfully. Sending my love, Jonikins
I have always envied musician’s gift and poet’s words.
When art is pursued with passion, it is hard not to envy what is created. Your verbal art is no less of a gift. Thank you, Geoff!