Apology Denied











Some people say I should have used my gift,

To sing for my true love  while he still lived;-

Upon this earth,- they have a point, but then

I might have wasted treble strings or pen.



I would have failed so much eliciting

Desired music from my pen or string,

I don’t regret I did not praise in verse

My love, my spouse, while he still lived on earth.



It seems to me that souls do understand

That grief improves the  tone and instrument,

Lo Mozart the divine, what joy and pain,

So poignantly rings out with every strain.



And Bach,- celestial music builder, - he

True Man Made Music-  with humility;

Preludes and Fugues on organs or guitars

With mordents trilling  move remotest stars



Great sorrow teaches lessons unheard of

Through BEING’S gratuitousness and love,

Free,  gratuitous comes this wondrous gift,

Bestowed  to those alone  that are bereaved.



It plumbs the depths in motion, pause and rest,

Engendering new trills that sound off best

Acumenates the ears for chords of pride,

That so disturb when strings are wound too tight.



And  grief,- a new dimension added on

To music’s stanzas harmony and tone

It did  intensify tonality  

To subtly modulate from key to key



Sweet to the ear is gladness’  praise’s word,

But sweeter still is sorrow’s harpsichord,

These twain must meet,  and tenderly embrace,

So tunes and sounds inspire awe and grace



But I now got apt strings keen quills and keys

That yield the tones that satisfy and please,

They dance upon the staff of plenitude,

Enhance the spell of trilling  harp and lute.



Thus, no regrets, - and no apology!-

I only ask my true love’s clemency

For having sat on pen and harp so long,

With blunted pen and harp strings poorly strung.



But Lady grief brought pens and strings and quills

So that  my love can hear  my heart-strings’ trills,

And between tears and sighs I now perceive

And bow before the gifts of Lady Grief


















Author's Notes/Comments: 

In Remembrance of my beloved husband Stephen +++ Sept.30/02

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salphire5's picture

Your poem is poignant and exquisite Elizabeth.
Beautifully crafted and expressed!
Even the angels would cry upon hearing its strains and refrains.
And I am sure Stephen hears them too.
Lovely