2006-08-26

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2006-08-26 02:05 pm

Poem - Tin Ear

This poem (received in yesterday's Writer's Almanac) expresses quite well how I feel about singing...the only thing it leaves out is the cringing feeling when somebody suggests a sing-along!

Poem: "Tin Ear," by Peter Schmitt, from Country Airport. (Copper Beech Press).
Tin Ear )

It's only in the choice acoustics
of shower and sealed car
that I can finally give voice
to that heart deep within me
that is pure, tonally perfect, music.
But when the water stops running
and the radio's off, I can remember
that day in class,
when I knew for the first time
that mine would be a world of words
without melody, where refrain
means do not join,
where I'm ready to sing
in a key no one has ever heard.