February 2005

 

Notes on the Ceiling

 

The best notes come from the ceiling

Romantic, as high as the sky itself, 

A dead note in the mix is all it takes

To set on edge his search mechanics.

 

Musician rearing back,

His gaze upward and dark

Heaven speaking thru him

In tortured phrases.

 

His muse, naked, wakes at dawn,

Her redness from rolling about.

She looks, douses the last candle

And slithers out of the bell of his horn.

 

Musician leaning forward,

Head moving side to side

Spark of heaven shakes him

Fingering her solemn praises.

 

Evening hours, first star pinned

To her hair as it begins to tumble down,

Her many and wondrous veils of delight

Glowing atmospheric, follow behind her.

 

Musician drunk with power,

Lidded gaze heavenly aloof

His muse-dark hour done,

Ceiling notes raise the roof.

Photo by Eugene Brown

© Jimmy Warner, 2011