Music is a Fickled Mistress

Music is a Fickled Mistress


Music is a fickled mistress,
You're never far long from her side.
A tangled web of harmony and chords
Bounds you so you cannot fly.

A jealous lover, that is she is,
Never to leave from your soul.
She lures with soft melody strains,
Brushes you lightly into her fold.

Just when you think there's nothing left,
She comes up with something new.
A different chord or some new chant,
And you're back to the ol' rendezvous.

A cloak of changing chords
Surrounds bout you and her.
A musical cage is what it is,
And you are the happy prisioner.



i wrote this poem in 1987.