Classicmister

Cyberfriends

Her day it dawns as mine retires

And mine begins as her's expires

Combined our waking hours involve

The span for Earth to once revolve

Our passions, thoughts, ambitions, fears  

Shared in opposing hemispheres

Of music, life and love she raves

Transmitted by the cyber waves

Her welcome words that flee by night

From server, bounced by satellite

 

I know her by her words alone

No human form or vocal tone

No touch, no smell nor other sense

To aid a knowing more intense

No pen or paper possible

No medium real and tangible

A missive sent by hand unseen

To form as words upon my screen      

But poor procedure to reflect

The truth and scope of intellect

 

New perceiving she empowers

Amongst her music, books and flowers

The passion, beauty, soaring chords

That speaks in richer tones than words

A symphony, the fourth by Mahler

Dramatic, moving, melodic gala!

In turn I share a work divine

Enigma variation nine

So share we two Life's cultural feasts

The plodding the bull and king of beasts!

Comments1

  • Fay Slimm.

    A fine build up to the scene of two sharing cyber-space- - no need of seeing or touching when ears are attuned to good music. A good read.



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