TRIP TO ELTHAM PALACE POEM 43

The song has been something deep to the emotion for as long as we know: it celebrates love, it mourns death, it reaches for a higher purpose. All artists attempt this in their own way, taking something from within themselves and expressing it. People find that this aids their own connection to themselves, as they empathise or achieve catharsis through the interpretation or expression of another. This expresses the deep connection possible between all. So, we reach something bigger than ourselves, in the expression of ourselves in art, whatever form.

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“When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.” Ansel Adams

Under the balcony

You were there waiting for me,

Ready to exchange lover’s vows,

Exquisite in their preparation,

Excellent in their execution.

Plain and melancholy were your tones,

A troubadour of old amongst the leaves,

I sighing between the eaves,

Hearing the plaintive pleads with pleased ear.

My heart was stolen by this poet

Of music true and tender,

The strains enwrapped my heart,

And no other tune could be heard.

How strange the music was to my heart,

Entrancing me with a melody clear

To my soul to the point

I knew the measure and tone before I heard it.

So, with the song of the lover,

I was taken and conquered,

Before the first was uttered,

He had my heart.

“Music is an outburst of the soul.” Frederick Delius