Music Drama

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We almost never want the notes in scales.

We want the melodies.  We want the lilts

And rhythms.  We want music that gives trails

To memories and love, a phrase that tilts

To never ending loss because that debt

Is ours.  We do not want a coda tacked

By son of father Bach.  A lover’s threat

Is what we want in chords.  A lover’s act,

Concerto in its force with us, is what

We always want.  A little interlude

Will never do, a minuet, gavotte

And priss.  We call for tenors to collude.

  Nine symphonies or operas are our goal.

    We want romance’s compositions whole.

~ Phillip Whidden

by phillipw | Feb 21, 2025 | ME, MU, Uncategorized | 0 comments