beyond the usual tuning

from his own blue id
in the instant that he sings out his melody
we find a bridge
a bandage for an injured ego
then a bold opening to the sun
not only for someone else
but for his own ear
beyond the usual tuning
not little birds’ partying
or musicians mistaking his tune
but from the resounding liveliness of his nature

as the notes die down a kind of coda:
the restrained plucking of violins


About Nicholas Power

The poetry of Nicholas Power and his reviews of singular poems in a sequence titled Cadence.
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