"The soul of music" - A poet bee



"The soul of music" - A poet bee

Thousands
and thousands
of years ago,
long before
whistles of bone,
even drums,
our forefathers'
foremothers'
forebearers
listened to the night.

They learnt
to appreciate
and inculcate
rhythm, beat,
and tone
into humanity's
young soul.
Atavistic traits
that now give us
music
and great
pleasure.

Eons later
in the cold drizzle
of English weather
pre-Druid friends
stayed up at night
and waited
for clouds to part,
clear sky,
and unnamed consellations.

For some cheer,
they listened
to their early souls
and imitated
with drums
and song.

By day,
they dragged great
rocks around
to celebrate
the night sky,
maybe sunlight.
Who knows?

Here,
Stonehenge
we dedicate
to song,
music,
camaraderie,
not the fizzle
of star gazing
behind gray clouds.

Hear, ye. Hear!

And play! 


[Image of Stonehenge at night by Brian Curtis].

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