On hearing Mozart following the death of a dear friend #poetry

It had been a day heavy with rain:
the clouds, in pregnant billows
spilling sorrows from a sky
mourning the death of a dear friend.

But at day’s end, the clouds parted enough
to outfit a whole Navy, as the sun
bestowed its blessing* on the hills
to which I drove, radio playing

Over the waves, staccato dancing
over static, music soaring:
unvoiced, vatic, peal on peal
of trills on sinuous trills**

The notes sang: how they sang! And I
was born again, just like Van Morrison
mellifluous and golden voiced
a poem without words.

And though the lyric is unheard, I swear
within those lines of melody I hear
all light, all life,
the resurrection, and the voice of God.

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*TYNR x
** references Coleridge’s ‘Kubla Khan

R.I.P. Paul Jennings (Pictured Left): ‘In the family for years…’

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  1. I love the way the music lifts up the narrator and reader, the way the sun broke through the clouds. Such a sad loss. I am so sorry.

  2. I’m so sorry to hear about the loss of your dear friend Ingrid. What a beautiful tribute to him. Loved his picture and the beautiful song. ๐Ÿ’–

  3. Iโ€™m sure your friend values this tribute. (Iโ€™m sure he knows)
    Sitting with you my friend: so sorry for your great loss.
    Lovely poem. Adored. XoXo blessings.

    1. Thank you, Cheryl: I am trying to โ€˜masterโ€™ it on the pianoโ€ฆplaying helps, like writing poetry โค๏ธ

  4. I donโ€™t have adequate words to describe this poem and its effect, Ingrid. Thank you for writing about my brother so beautifully.

    1. Thank you, Suzanne. I know he didnโ€™t believe in God, but I wasnโ€™t thinking about the Christian God in particular, rather the God of love. He deserves many such tributes.

      1. No, I felt in the context of the poem, God could represent nature or any force for good. I read the poem often, Ingrid. Itโ€™s simply wonderful.

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