YOU REMIND ME OF MUSIC No.II

You remind me music
When the violin peaks crescendo
There is still time for largo
You are solidly fixed in my mind
Memories that sustain me rewind


When soprano voices meet
As the great chorus seek to greet
The test of every instrument
Great contraltos reaching mordent

Trumpets sound but do not blare
The French horn answers filling my air
The drums won’t stop their beat
My heart has literally grown feet
You remind me of music

We all forget whether we are white or black
The musicians hold us on their track
Percussions, strings and woodwind sound
Touching every sense – so profound

The fiddler’s bow and flutist flute
Fast flying fingers quickly compute
My ears and heart capture the sound
Drums reach my heart pound -- pound
You remind me of music

Have you heard the Armenian Duduk?
Played by its master like an old time lute?
Its sadness incites an eager violin
Skilled musicians with it blend

In the overture we were invited to overtake
Elements will our transference make
Music surrenders you and me
To places and times that we may never see
You remind me of music

The harpist adds to my exquisite ground
My love, I think I will just drown
Of music made perfect in Yanni’s way
In the beauty of this hour; of this day
How much passion can be found?

Cellos, percussions, strings, woodwind sounds
Pianos, saxophones musicians known in every town
The Conductor refuses to open his eyes to see
Thousands of seen and unseen admirers like me

Lest this precious, remarkable moment flee
Let this night with guitars always be
In recorded untouched memory
Take note, my love, of your part with me
You, remind me of music

So as we reach this climatic end
I am so sorry you cannot see or hear
What I have framed and recorded here
Clarinets, echcoing first and second violins
If only I could re-create it with my humble pen.
You remind me of music

Earthene Fleming
August 11, 2006

Author’s Comment:
This poem was inspired by a Yanni Concert on PBS, August 11, 2006. As the music played, I was inspired to write this poem.