Sunday, January 17, 2010

In Praise of MacLaughlin

Flitting about
the notes
on a sensuous neck,
hither and thither
like a snake,
glistening and possessed.

Whence it calms down,
becomes a seductress,
meditates a little,
now becoming a spell
now a poet -
mesmerizes them.

Harmony - all made one,
instrument, maker and creation.


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