andante
high octain
adagio thoughts inhabit me
beside the mountains or the shore
i live for music, nothing more
alone and aimless though i be
i play the blues and drink my booze
then jazz it up to vivace
when morning comes, i toss the score
adagio thoughts return to me
adagio thoughts conquer me
gravissimo my spirit’s core
i leave my music at the door
though from myself i hope to flee
i find my muse in nature’s clues
a gift of music sets me free
once more allow melodic roar
as dolce thoughts come back to me.
Musical Notations:
andante–moderate
adagio–slow
vivace–lively
gravissimo—most grave
dolce–sweet
This is a poem I wrote a few years back that I am linking to Sanaa Rizvi’s Prompt Nights where the theme is MUSIC. The form, developed by Luke Prater, is a High Octane.