Tag: Music

Butterfly

I can master nothing as the
butterfly I seem to be
Attracted to the sweet
nectar of sound
I alight lovingly on an
instrument’s petals
tasting its bounty but
never staying long
Some other flower’s song
will call me and I’ll follow
My hands covered in pollen from
surbahar
guitar
flutes
dobro
mandolin
sitar
doumbek
What’s next?

The Bond (Becoming Music)

Surbahar
Tuning a Burma teak surbahar
requires devotion far greater
than any guitar demands

Eight main and thirteen sympathetic
strings wound on friction pegs
and wondrous teak, the greatest
of all surbahar woods
is an oily thing
The pegs prone to slip unless
forced hard, chafing the palms
and this magnificent beast is
tuned by ear in relation to a
drone tone, the “sa”
And it must be precise

Exactly right

or its spirit will not shine
Its resonance will decay and
then it’s only wood, expensive
decor, not at all what it’s for

To tune it is to know it
intimately, an exquisitely
painful meditation that
in time forms a single soul

There are few that can
even hold it
let alone play
but I sit with it
anyway

Practicing patience

Hoping

Conductor

Gods are larghissimo
Adante moderato too
Alpha and omega
to souls most desperate
and Sketches of Spain
when Miles Davis played it

Adagio
Vivace
Presto!

Symphony and melody
heavens and below
to play the days sweetly
mark well the tempo
taking careful heed to
where you place your notes