Category Music

The Home You Built

~~~~~ The strife and turmoil which sometimes visits every relationship when the barometric pressure rises and hard silence rules. At times you think your ears will pop; deaf for a reason the reason for the trouble hidden from you even if hidden by you until something must be said, despite the repercussions. Many may forget […]

Without a Single Word

~~~~~ Flowing Through Time ~ Philip Brent Harris We walk slowly towards the entrance as the crowd grows around us. We hear conversations. You reach and take my hand. Love floods through me in a current; no place can I imagine I would rather be We dance, run, skip, still hand in hand. Through the […]

Hold On

~~~~~ Form a figure three by three Where each space speaks In its own language, rhythm. Yet all fit together like a child’s Puzzle where every piece Is a different color and The pattern changes with how You change them, rearrange Your view and your perception. Memory marks the surfaces As they slip away, repeat. […]

Before the Conductor

~~~~~ Speaking to a stranger with common ground, Though the setting is alien to our daily lives. Shared interest, music, a universal language, Waiting, the hall fills, the orchestra appears. Clattering steps down the stairs. Young feet And old changing seats, seeking a best view. To see and hear, closer or farther depending. The orchestra […]

Thoughts at a Concert

~~~~~ A clumsy rearrangement of the players. A forgotten score, a shifting of brass. To see that global warming can call forth Both the ultimate disaster and salvation A perspective I have never dreamed So easy to see once shown, so hidden By prophets and profits, disguising What should be obvious, plain to all. How […]

Meaning is Meaning

~~~~~   Each word I write comes from a placeWhich jazz musicians know well.Riffing off the world and each otherWhich will never sound the same twice.Each dependent on brief feelings,The vibe of the moment, connection.Never right or wrong, barely there.So that when it’s written downThe rest of us hear but a spark, an instantThat echoes, […]

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 […]