Originally a choral assignment… which I made into a good-lengthed poem.

Ode to Music

And let it sway, and let it sway,
Let it rock me back and forth-
For like no-other what can do
In inexplicit glory,
And yet with an Exacto-Knife
Cut clear for my inquiry.

O let nothing there be laid to waste-
Be nothing left there strewn
My golden walls at last have fell
For platinum-records which live and tell
For platinum-records that no one’s seen
Or for that matter, heard
Far and wide and in-between.

Ode to music, ode to dance, but mostly music to,
For while you sing I wait serene,
Inside my tiny castle
Wherein the sheaths of speaker’s blades
Inscriptions of the music staves
Adorn them with their notes aglow
Hiding in my bungalow.

So shall it come against the lines?
So shall it go against the rhymes?
Was free verse meant to tell the rest
And disperse all the lies?
Nor tempo tap
Nor rhythm rap
Could satisfy my mind—

Both stresses, less with more oppresses,
Come and line my eastern wall,
With references and references to paradise gone by,
So sits upon the screen a casting of a lullaby,
Which sits and waits, and waits and waits,
For where train bells never toll…
But only one who sits alone, and to the lullaby
While waiting on the bench for bells
Forces eyes to hide the bells and
Lets it sway, and lets it sway,
And lets it rock them back and forth.

And suddenly the wall rebukes
Its previous sickly comment,
In favor of more flowery speech
The Romance Novel’s comet
And swaying back and forth the man with ears can only say
“Let it take me back and forth, O let it rock me back and forth,
And let it sway, and let it sway.”