Joy in Half Notes
The fidder plays, a pied piper,
a half grin on his face
as he leads us all to a dance,
magic in his instrument,
music in his soul,
a foil to the darkness around and in,
joy made of half notes and resin.
About this poem
The woman I love gave me a gift this week, something unexpected and for no other reason than her love for me – a set of wireless Bose earbuds. The quality is extraordinary, and as I play song after song, I am remembering, yet again, the power of music to make us, lift us, and save us.
Go listen to something.