Category Music

And Beyond

Glowing Moon ~ Philip Brent Harris ~~~~~ If I could build a city on the moon Would it be best to hire workers who know? Earth’s cities built by those arrived too soon. Claimed land by the lake where I hear the loon. Divert to my crops; I control the flow. If I could build […]

Will Teach Us to be Wise

When Air Becomes Breath ~ Philip Brent Harris ~~~~~ I find treasures on the beach all the time. They inform me, tell me about myself, in how and what they cause me to remember, where I stood and what I was doing. That first shell, sea glass, sand dollar, calls to mind other beaches. The […]

To Dance or Duel

~~~~~ Country dancers are now afoot, turning figures, trading gossip. They are tripping ere so lightly across a polished parquet floor. The hall holds a slight glamour that disguises the peeling walls. Our hostess hides in a shadowed corner, concentration deep with focus; she even shows a smiling vision of herself, circulating, but beyond reach. […]

The Hunt

~~~~~ Steps follow through the darkness. Factory clamor obscures the sound. When the machines simultaneously Stop, before galloping on, you hear Heavy steps, not your slight tread, a Moment late, unready for the scant Second, when the machines halt as if An indrawn breath of anticipation. No, it’s again time for the rhythmic Dancing music […]

To Live in Darkness

~~~~~ Here they come, dancing down the lane. Joyful laughter ringing out loudly, until Mrs. Croft erupts from her door to glare. Those beady eyes silenced many before. Laughter tiptoes past, giggling like bits of shattered glass beneath scattered feet. Their soles are not young. History scars. No longer moving carefully, totally sure, They race […]

Plans They Have Made

~~~~~ Not all, but many gray heads Marvel at youth’s energy and Innocence, worn by cynicism. Now, the sun shines on youth, This moment of first flowering. Wonder how many will realize Dreams they are dreaming, or All the plans they have made? Do we recall plans we drew? Did we don them, a sharp […]

A Solitary Blue Heron Stands

~~~~~ A work in progress by Philias the Lesser How lush the valley grows in Spring With green refulgent at every hand. Where flowers bloom and fruit ripens, While the bees and birds commune. The farms stand empty and forlorn. All the men and women walk the lane. They look both hungry and insane. What […]

Life Courageous

~~~~~ What gifts given and received would will my words to sing? Tripping lightly from my brain, my heart, my tongue, Able to express the subtle hopes of anything and everything, The true name of all the life and death I live among. Would my hearing need to be honed exceeding fine, So I would […]

Even I

~~~~~ I absorb the art and energy of talents who have gone before. Adapting images and words as a composer incorporates, alters and highlights folk tunes. Most centuries before my time, place. How am I related, if  any way? Would a genetic test reveal me? What if my results didn’t match the story I cherish […]

What’s Always Been True

~~~~~ Hear the bells ringing, oh so far away. Yet the sound grows louder as they’re Echoing carillons nearer to our home.. Do they sing of joy or sing of danger, Wedded bliss foretold death’s sorrow? For all these moments we ring bells. Often, heedless what their story tells. We are gnarled into the noises […]