Music Poem

Music, Thief Of Reason Music, thief of reason, have a care Of where you place the vibratory stair.

Your patterns are the size of Earth and Moon And carry on ,till they have reached the stars.

Your rapid rivers flashing out to space, Upset the forks which sing your silver psalms; Worlds for notes and suns for keeping bars.

Your harmonies mean all without a word.

How quick and agile through the staves of night You go. How cavernous and deep your openings.

Come, use my body as it were a gourd.

For your great soundings, I will lay me down, As you fling silences and sound Out upon the streaming of the quarks; The scattering beyond man's green imaginings.

I cry and weep all evening long As dawn reveals your, o, so chanting, sun.

The magic bristling from those luted hands.

Call me voyager, disciple, finder of the way For I will follow where you go, Even to the galaxies which flow From inescapables of dark and stellar holes Into the nether worlds of heaven.

Carl Estrin