How can one sing with fingers, not one's voice?
How can one scream and shout with mouths still sealed?
Music, of course, through which people rejoice
Or mourn—when in a requiem, they kneeled.
Just how strong is the musician's power
That melodies command entire crowds?
That a single note can be bright or dour?
That silence deafens more than thunderclouds?
So potent is this wordless speech or song!
With hammering of keys or bows of strings
The master musician directs a throng
To sing with every bit of their beings.
Great is the puissance possessed by music!
How meaning flows, even without lyric!
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sonnets from a silent heart
PoetryA collection of sonnets. From lines about love to verses about muses and other subjects, these sonnets were penned as practice - as well as a means of expression and contemplation. Written by a prose writer who had just begun her journey as a poet. ...
