“French Horn”

 

I can still hear the music

Coming over the valley,

A glissando of silver sound

My father’s French horn

All phantoms now,

The adagio of Mahler’s Fifth-

Heartbreaking, haunting  dreams,

The allegro of a Mozart something,

What I never knew

But quickening the heart.

 

The Aurora Borealis

Dipped her chariot too low

And a glissading curtain

Of celestial green

Ribboned the ink black sky.

 

My father saluted

With a cadenza of Wagner

And a Music of the Spheres,

Drawn out in lyrical passages

golden tones linked together

Floated  to those green ribbons,

A celestial duet-

With the Cosmos on one side

And a determined humanity on the other.

 

I can still hear the music

Coming over that valley

A haunting horn fading away

The man, too,

Both the essence of phantoms now

Into the territory of dreams.

 

Adagio tones

Float upon gossamer air

Birds go back to sleep

–

Jane Kohut-Bartels

Copyrighted, 2016

 

 

 

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