Music Takes Its Place
Music Takes its Place by Clara Mitchell 3/30/2024 As I look back on my life, I am without the music. My poetry sits without music. My life is without music. My poetry is like a blank score sheet. Music visits me now. I continue to write poetry. Hoping for the words To find their place in this stanza. Being out of place Is sometimes starting too early. An octet composition can later find room in eight instruments or voices. The blank score sheets begin to fill up. The outcome is in the scores and sheets of music. Forever written Until we become the music. We play the sounds Now my poetry is playing in my mind against the backdrop of notes. The octaves rise and fall When the notes appear. The piece is set into Sheets of music Only to play in Times of need. It's angelic sounds Console me.