Music swirls in caressing spirals,
embracing a shelf of favourite books
thumbed and enjoyed over the years,
each proud and stiffened spine caressed
like mist around oaks once young.
Some of those covers showing their age
and I smile
at the music, its immediacy
and at the desperation of stored print,
the ludicrous desire to know all.
For now I have given up being
the fount of all knowledge,
my world is a shell of ears.
I was there in your room whilst reading this - enjoyed it very much.
[Pleased you enjoyed my POTW].
"A shell of ears"! Lovely! ?
Splendid words on such a universal theme. Superb last line.
So beautiful. "Each proud and stiffened spine caressed." Each one of us lost in memory. That is a childhood that does not die.
music and books ray. my two real loves!
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raypool
Thu 28th Feb 2019 14:51
Thanks Stu for reading - yes it's hard to beat that I know!
Glad you got that feeling Heart of Lead, My mind was roaming !
Thanks Cynthia; just a play on the words at the end, glad you liked it.
Hi David, cheers for that. Welcome to our world. The Clive James is wonderful.
Welcome Mae. I must admit I was happy with that line. !
Trevor, welcome. Sorry to sound indulgent, but there's a form of music called a tone poem; this is one like that. Glad you liked it!
In addition, many thanks for the likes: Frances, Rich, Jon, Anya and Dorothy.
Ray