Oversion

RT Barlow’s Two Musicians

Two Musicians

From black notes scrawled upon a page,
The bard distils his mystic brew –
Now dashing it foaming down the air,
Now pouring it smooth like a syrup –
But soft, in the dewy glades of morn,
A minstrel merry trills his note,
Who, for his song, – that rivals the bard’s –
Spurns Beethoven, Mozart and Bach;
In the pristine hush of breathless dawn,
Mist-wrapped and thrillingly cool
As the sunlight illumines the notes of his score,
He bursts into glorious song,
Sings from the page of earth and of life,
Flings heart and soul on the breeze,
Filling the wood and my heart and my life
With hope, for a little while.

Reginald T Barlow
cardinal in the rosehip apples
family collage 1

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