Forgetting the stars
Were already dead
Sang high SOPRANO
With thoughts of love
In my head
A joyful plunking
Of strings and voice
Youthful optimism
Wandering through
A bazaar of choice
Moved into a CONCERT
Of love and peace
Strengthening the range
Born of adulthood
Chains of dependency released
A perfect fit
In hand and song
An oasis of music
Happily growing
Sure to be content lifelong
The next stage
Vocalizing change
TENOR’s timbre
Reflecting experience
The Body estranged
Like winter’s last berries
Burning hot and red
Aging reflected
In deepening tones
Presaging thoughts of the dead
Ball and Chain
Channeling Joplin’s pain
As BARITONE chords
Mature like the guitar
Voice a burnished stain
Facing the box
Body juxtaposed
End of the line
Growling in anger
Gradation of life decomposed…
© 2017 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGES: My 4 ukuleles
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