Thursday, January 9, 2014


by Al

The crows flutter incantations
onto pale moonlit walls
as you mutter in your sleep
and stir
saying music would be a mistake
if life were no more.

1 comment:

  1. Al, this is beautiful and evocative. I love the imagery that without life to appreciate music, music would have no value. And since music is soul, I read that without life, there would be no point in soul. Great poem. Love it.