The Longest, Tallest Whole Notes Ever
“Seen melodies are sweet but those unseen are sweeter.”
The eyeless melody rains down. The sky
Seems filled with music—and the space beneath
The blue demands the listening grateful eye
Should search above the level of the heath
And find the hero sending out the lines
Of beauty, but the source remains unseen.
Would loveliness be lessened if the signs
Of whipping wings above all this, so clean
In their invisibility, were spied?
Would speck of feathers flashing in the air
Reduce the joy below if they were eyed?
Would music seem less lovely? Would despair,
In skylark size, however small, result?
The sightless listener would, still, exult.
~ Phillip Whidden