Let’s face the music, be it Chopin or Bach
or any of a million sounds, or things
we’ve done to harm our earth’s environment.
O, No! We sit and listen to nocturnes, yet you
lecture us on the tragedy outside.
Wait. First let the notes refresh your spirit.
She plays Chopin’s Nocturne in E Flat Major,
Op. 9 No. 2, dedicated
to Madame Camille Pleyel"—an ex-wife.
Never mind the story. Let the solo
piano penetrate your soul. Nighttime
with its lights and shadows will surround you.
Let stars convince you that “intelligent”
life forms thrive on other planets, like us
or not. Can you keep one foot in the stars?
Where do you place your forward facing feet?
One foot in the city and one the farm?
One foot in the hills, one in the valley?
I keep one foot in a thirsty pond, and
one south of Barnegat Light where I lose
track of the waves after the count of five.
I am caught in the rhythm of the night,
the ocean waves, the soloist’s passion.
Each note lingers or leaps, tiptoes or falls.
And more than ever I know life as a
powerful force that knocks us over and
helps us rise up again. Do you feel it?
Where do you plant your forward facing feet,
you who are a work of art signed by stars?
We'll talk after the nocturne peaks and ends.
for Sunday Muse # 97, an ekphrastic prompt
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