The Duke of Yorke

 

inspired by a black and white photo

What the hell are you doing here?
You, Thom, etherized sound upon a table
Wisely able to unbound
Capable to capture and to move the soul
Rhythmically, harmoniously,
Merely sonically, merely, sonically.
Sonic and mere. 

So, you really are an adverb;
So, and in such manner, you preside
Over operations
Of music, on music
With several knives out
To carefully dice the already oft-crackéd dome
Under whose canopy a panoply of sounds
Redound. 

You kneel in the place where prayer has been valid,
Paying homage at altars of known gods, singing the body electric,
Pricking the memory to remember the future,
Where sounds were always words,
When sounds will become them again
When the fire and the rose are one,
When passion and reason, righteousness and peace,
Each kiss the other.

+VDMA

 

2 Comments

  1. This is incredible, Trent. The second stanza especially has beautiful internal rhyme. Approved.
    P.S. Stop following my blog immediately. I'll feel like Laurence Olivier just came to my middle school Christmas pageant. Just joking…sort of.

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