Musicians of Mediocrity

compound complex

Why, my love, do you play upon my heart as
you would four strings set at intervals apart?

Such are the distances that separate me from you:
my heart, my soul, my mind, my resolve . . .

Never could these four blend into a consonance that
might afford my life some rest, some tranquility.

You cannot simply make innocent music as do the
musicians of mediocrity: you have created fire;

You have conjured spirits without number; your
body has become a writhing machine possessed.

You bring down the house along with my once
placated expectations that nothing could

Ever sweep me away, forcing a now burning
desire that I be that instrument you play.

rip van winkle

Beautiful words that strike a chord.

fakesmile

while i love the poem. i must say, the only medicore musician is a novice. all artists... poets and painters included, must have the balls to go thru the stage of being a novice. this stage tests youre meddle. you will be ridiculed, called an untallented tool, etc. this is the hardest stage because sometimes you cant see your own improvement. but if you love it enough to keep on; before you know it you will be the next James Douglas Morrison. i do enjoy your poems and keep it coming. sometimes art is the last hope i have for humanity.... smiley face.

edit. i am an art lover too. ALL art. my prefered love is music. probably because so much of it was off limits.

compound complex

Good morning, rip and fakesmile!

I appreciate your comments very much.

Glad it struck a responsive chord, rip. Good points, fakesmile -- I agree that all artists must go through the steps, pay their dues. My thought here was more the gut response the member of the audience had to this particular musician whose performance was otherworldly. By comparison, other performers -- however competent -- are mediocre by comparison.

Jacqueline du Pre, the film The Red Violin and my own observations at concerts and recitals inspired this poem.

With gratitude,

CoCo

hoser

I thought this was a thread about Justin Bieber

compound complex

Thanks, hoser!

It was only the other day I heard him for the first time, if you believe that. All the background embellishment must be to bolster his minimal gifts . . .

???

Don't want to be unfair, just don't know the kid well enough.

CC

Terry

Compound complex you were born in the wrong century were you not?

The 17th and 18th centuries had a genuine passion for words, poems, sonnets and plays and level of common parlance was aloft with verse

flowing trippingly off the tongue!

Now we are awash with the splash of other people's bath water as art.

Sigh.

Thank you for sharing with us!

compound complex

Hey, Terry!

Now we are awash with the splash of other people's bath water as art.

I like that!

An old English gentleman, author of several books, says my appearance and writing remind him of Branwell Bronte. Yes, I feel I belong to another time. When I do dramatic readings in public, I play it for all it's worth!

All the best, good friend.

CoCo

compound complex

Do you, My Love, hear the music that plays unique for you?
I sense an effete populace that hangs upon the sonorous

Wailings of the violon that at one with me has become, but
You -- you like a queen enthroned in the balcony above --

Will you descend upon the wings of Cupid himself to take
Your place at my side as together we enwrap ourselves in

The sweetest and most passionate musical embrace that
E'er has graced the stage and within the Proscenium falls?

compound complex

For Terry . . .

Musicians of Mediocrity

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