I so wanted to please;
To be worthy of this strong, frail person
Whom I held in such high regard.
So I opened my mouth to sing
And made myself vulnerable to her.
There came forth a horrid, cacophonous sound
As of a hundred violins out of tune
(The screaming strings of Mantovani, gone berserk)
With bassoons belching,
Trumpets blaring,
And Tubas blatting.
To say nothing of the occasional odd clarinet
With reed so soft, it was like the buzz of a kazoo.
Embarrassed, I closed my mouth.
…………………………………….
I looked at her; she was beaming.
“What?” I asked.
“It was wonderful,” she said.
“My ears heard a rainbow of light
And a melody that touched my soul
And caressed my heart with kid gloves.”
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Who is to say which ears heard right
And which heard everything wrong.
Enough it was that she was listening
And that she heard my song.