Magical Music

As I walk out of my door

A clichéd cacophony of birdsong

Surrounds me with beauty

And uplifts my soul.

Yet we humans too love to sing

And play those instruments:

Creating lullabies, arias, symphonies,

Serenades and rock and roll shows.

To name but a few.

Angelic choirs in lofty minsters,

Lifting us up to the stars,

Embracing God in Heaven.

Heavy metal bands

Thrashing out thunder

In stadia seething with singing fans.

Brass bands too: trumpeting and rumpeting

In a crescendo of sound.

Hear those trembling triangles and sublime wind chimes.

Feel those bouncing drums.

Twanging, sweeping, swooning

Plucking, soaring, crying

Guitar.
Tinkling pianos and weeping violins.

Whole orchestras of mind-blowing sound,

Welsh rugby crowds

And the Liverpool Kop.

Magical music:

From spiritually haunting

To simply getting laid.

Bringing out the animal in us:

Passion and desire

Raw emotion

Or else the supernatural

Ethereal skyscapes

Sometimes sheer dread

And horror.

Watch any good film:

The musical score is everything:

“Star Wars”, “Gone with the Wind”, “Psycho”

“Battlestar Gallactica”, “Ben Hur”…

Beethoven, Mozart, The Beatles

The Stones, Queen, Genesis…

So much to love

Chuck Berry and Elvis

Rocking and rolling and reeling

And stealing our minds away.

So let’s get singing

And dancing

And banging those drums,

Flexing our plectrums

To make one helluva

Noise.

Let that magical music play

For Ever.

Paul Butters

© PB 10\4\2020.