Love, Intensely

Written for:  Sunday Muse #222

They complain.  I do not look
at the audience much
during a performance.  They
do not feel what I do
when my face touches
the smooth, worn wood
of this magical instrument.
When my hand guides
the bow, I am making 
love to sounds that my
soul produces.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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24 Responses to Love, Intensely

  1. Portofino says:

    love to sounds that my
    soul produces.”

    That’s exactly how it looks and quite possibly feels for the musician deep in the throes of the music. Nicely done!


  2. msjadeli says:

    That’s what the best musicians do. That’s why I love to go to live musical performances; it gives me a contact buzz.


  3. Jim says:

    Put your heart into the effort and your soul will tell the rest.
    I played the piano a bit, had two class piano lessons at the
    college where I taught. My prof said I was ready for private
    lessons. Sure. But I would need a lot of refreshing to play now.
    One of my granddaughters played the piano and organ, by ear
    and she was deaf in one. She also played the violin.
    Do you play? Mrs. Jim plays the piano and viola.


  4. Gillena Cox says:

    Ah yes indeed as it should be. If the musician is not part of the music then we wont get the vibe.

    Happy Sunday



  5. wyndolynne says:

    Stunning poem


  6. Carrie V. H. says:

    This is beautiful Sara! I love where the image took your poetry!


  7. ‘I am making
    love to sounds that my
    soul produces.’ -love these lines.


  8. Soul music. What a lovely poem.


  9. Helen says:

    Each time my lips touched my flute, I felt the way you described .. beautifully.


  10. Susie Clevenger says:

    Love this. I reminds me of my Dawn. She tucked her face into her viola and felt every note. I’m so glad we have recordings of her playing and singing. I miss her so.


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