{"id":423,"date":"2011-04-01T12:22:08","date_gmt":"2011-04-01T12:22:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tonymcgregor.wordpress.com\/?page_id=263"},"modified":"2011-04-01T12:22:08","modified_gmt":"2011-04-01T12:22:08","slug":"two-poems-of-music-and-love","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.globalbuzz-sa.com\/mcgregorza\/two-poems-of-music-and-love\/","title":{"rendered":"Two Poems of music and love"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Music \u2013 Third Degree of Love<\/h2>\n
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The music interrogates, interrupts,<\/h4>\n

Does not let me sleep.<\/h4>\n

It keeps me thinking, planning, wondering,<\/h4>\n

But not resting.<\/h4>\n

The music questions me<\/h4>\n

And keeps me hoping.<\/h4>\n

The nightmare rides me<\/h4>\n

Cold sweats shiver me<\/h4>\n

And I lie and listen to the wind<\/h4>\n

Cold, cold wind of night<\/h4>\n

That blows where it will,<\/h4>\n

Finds every gap in the window frame<\/h4>\n

To blow through me and around me<\/h4>\n

Picking the bones the music has left<\/h4>\n

Digging deeper and deeper<\/h4>\n

Until only the music, only the music is left.<\/h4>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\"Music<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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The music questions me like<\/h4>\n

The dreaded midnight knock on the door,<\/h4>\n

The unanswerable questions<\/h4>\n

For which the answer must be found<\/h4>\n

Or the third degree continues.<\/h4>\n

The wind\u2019s cold song blows on<\/h4>\n

But this questioning is the questioning of love.<\/h4>\n

Love will find me in the music<\/h4>\n

The song which I cannot escape.<\/h4>\n

Music binds me up and frees me,<\/h4>\n

It loses me and finds me<\/h4>\n

And in the end I know again<\/h4>\n

That love is all and<\/h4>\n

That music is its language.<\/h4>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\"Cool<\/div>\n
Cool sand left by the waters retreat: a beach on the Transkei Wild Coast<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Tears<\/h2>\n
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Are these tears for an unfelt sadness?<\/h4>\n

Or are they tears of an unknown joy?<\/h4>\n

What is the meaning of this hollow heart<\/h4>\n

Or the heaviness that pulls me down<\/h4>\n

When what I really want is to jump<\/h4>\n

To fly where I\u2019ve never been before?<\/h4>\n

Or see again the pink clouds dawning<\/h4>\n

Or the creamy waves on the shore.<\/h4>\n

Strained between the heights of joy<\/h4>\n

And the shadow valley of sadness<\/h4>\n

I see the world reflected in the brassy candlestick<\/h4>\n

Or the feeling shining in your eyes;<\/h4>\n

The passionate intricate weave of live<\/h4>\n

Rich colours intertwined;<\/h4>\n

Cool sand left by the water\u2019s retreat,<\/h4>\n

The patterns of the shiny black crystals<\/h4>\n

Echo the waves,<\/h4>\n

Visual echo of the sound of shells<\/h4>\n

Held against the ear.<\/h4>\n

I hear the rhythms of the source of life,<\/h4>\n

Deep-layered sea<\/h4>\n

Echoing in the labyrinth pearly interior<\/h4>\n

Spiralling into infinite harmony;<\/h4>\n

Cool womb of thought,<\/h4>\n

Cradle on consciousness,<\/h4>\n

Sand and water,<\/h4>\n

Children\u2019s playground,<\/h4>\n

Death and life,<\/h4>\n

Retreat and advance,<\/h4>\n

Cold grave and parent of joy;<\/h4>\n

Salt sea fed by tears;<\/h4>\n

Drops in the ocean<\/h4>\n

Become the warm current of life;<\/h4>\n

Consciousness fed by experience,<\/h4>\n

The awareness by which we jump free of heaviness;<\/h4>\n

Climb out of the valley,<\/h4>\n

And hear in the shell<\/h4>\n

Another song of joy<\/h4>\n

As life begins again.<\/h4>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Copyright Notice<\/h2>\n
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The text and all images on this page, unless otherwise indicated, are by Tony McGregor who hereby asserts his copyright on the material. Should you wish to use any of the text or images feel free to do so with proper attribution and, if possible, a link back to this page. Thank you.<\/p>\n

\u00a9 Tony McGregor 2008<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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