Poetry Porch: Poetry
Musical Interludes by Joyce Wilson (audio) We seldom practiced instruments together, and soon I had to concede that she knew more than I about composers, titles, and periods of work, and soon she had to acknowledge that I would dare to stand before an audience and sing, and miss a note, and brush it off. Now we have so much more to say that we cannot begin, except for the brief interludes of pleasure when I sing a familiar phrase to her, and she says yes, that it is Elgar’s march, or no, of course, that it is Mendelssohn. Copyright © 2009 by Joyce Wilson.
We seldom practiced instruments together, and soon I had to concede that she knew more than I about composers, titles, and periods of work, and soon she had to acknowledge that I would dare to stand before an audience and sing, and miss a note, and brush it off. Now we have so much more to say that we cannot begin, except for the brief interludes of pleasure when I sing a familiar phrase to her, and she says yes, that it is Elgar’s march, or no, of course, that it is Mendelssohn.