Between the Notes

For this blog post, I offer you a simple poem I composed in honor of this musical endowment that is most certainly ours to enjoy.

 

Between the Notes

Before the dawn

There is a place

Between the notes

In time and space

When what is known

Is also seen:

What lies ahead,

And where we’ve been.

 

Inside this world,

Outside the mind

All music waits

For humankind.

It rides the breath

Of silent dreams

And calls to us

From in between.

 

Its voice is clear

And full of light

It softens pain

And lifts the night.

It doesn’t care

How ‘good’ we are

Or whether we

Can play guitar.

 

It simply is

For us to share

Inside our hearts

And through the air.

It comes in waves

Of mystery

And clarifies

Our history.

 

So if the noise

Becomes too much

And life is tender

To the touch,

Take a breath:

Release, emote –

Your song abides

Between the notes.

 

©2017 Lynn Skinner