The Orchestra That Plays, Only, For The Heart by ShyHeart

The lights are going dim, soon, the orchestra, will begin
The Maestro, takes his place, in the face of one hundred of
The Worlds, most accomplished, musicians, he taps his wand
A command to play, the music of the heart, not heard before

And in the audience, I hear them say, God, this is a special gift
All of these musicians, gathered together from all over the world
To play the music, of my heart, written by her heart, just for me
Front row seats, best in the house, of my heart, I await, her gift

Then, the curtain of silk and golden thread, slowly opens up
The conductor, in his own way, says, I need to hear her heart
So, touch your strings, as a butterfly, would touch a rose
Play your violin as a surgeon, ties a closure, upon, your own heart

So, tense, all the musicians, with finely tuned instruments
Begin to express, the most tenderness, of a woman’s heart
I’m sitting in a front row seat, feel her heart, touching me
after all, her heart wrote all the notes, that I feel, then I hear

The audience screams, hey, Maestro, we see all the musicians play
Yet, for all we have paid, to be here, we don’t hear not a thing
Not, a musical note, no softness, from a violin’s stroke
We, don’t hear a thing, Maestro, why are we here?

The Maestro turns around, the music from her heart, is
Heard no more, then, the Maestro says, you have paid, for your
Seat, so, I say to you, open up your heart, and you will hear
One hundred of the worlds finest musicians, playing, heart’s love

If, you can not hear, what this woman’s heart has to say,
Your heart, must not know, the touch of love, for I
Have only the music, I do not provide the feel or sound
Of love, that is, left, up to you, perhaps, you, have, an empty heart

Then, the curtain, begins to close, I looked around, saw men and women
Eyes, filled with tears, but more than that, saw so many lovers
Realize, that love has no sound, its only what you feel,
As I looked around, I heard the sound, of lovers cry.

“The Orchestra, That Plays, Only, For The Heart.”

Tarna (4.226.171.1) -- Monday, July 26 2004, 09:22 am

Bravo
Wow martin I can really hear and feel this one. Not a dry eye in the house with music like that to be heard.
...After a great pause Shouts of "Encore! encore!" are heard, Everyone is on their feet as the crowd goes wild.. Great work...

Martin Vann (63.185.80.111) -- Monday, July 26 2004, 07:57 pm

Glad you could hear & feel these words
Tarna, As I often say, I'm not a poet, just an echo of some lonely heart, trying to get through, to hearts like you, who have beating heart, in your chest. I never write the words, sometimes, I even feel, Like I'm being used, how about you, I have read your poems, and I ask, do you write the words, or do they come, from some where else, just curious. Thank You, Martin V

Meridian (205.188.116.200) -- Monday, July 26 2004, 08:03 pm

The sense of sight
One can see a man standing on a high chair directing an orchestra in front of the millions of people that sit in the audience.... I can see the violins come in, followed by the tubas, followed by the clarinets, and so forth and so on.... You're very talented Martin! Real good job! Smiles, Meridian

Martin Vann (63.185.80.111) -- Monday, July 26 2004, 08:19 pm

My Words, Are Only, Their Response From You
Meridian, As you are, as all poets, will ever be, we are the reflections, of how, you feel and see, our hearts, I am nothing else, Again I do not write these words, they come from my heart, sometimes, my heart is so far away, and I thank you, for giving me the thought, sometimes, like you, my heart, belongs to me. That will never happen, for as you and I write, our hearts will live forever, even as you and in time, vanish from sight. So, all I can say, is write from your heart, or from where ever the words come from, and if, you do, as a poet, you and I, will have, imortality, our words from where ever they come,will live forever, isn't that what your heart and mine want? Sorry, I could go one for ever, when I hear a heart like yours speak to mine. Seems to me, hearts, live in an empty, but, loving place. Thank You Martin V

barb (206.191.91.147) -- Monday, July 26 2004, 11:51 pm

oh very nice
Hi, I love beautiful music like harp music orchestra music. anything that is soft and touching this poem expresses how beautiful music can be. Thanks

Martin Vann (63.185.64.1) -- Tuesday, July 27 2004, 05:11 pm

Barb, You Have A Soft, Musical Heart
Barb, Thank you very much. As my mind will allow, I'll try to find the words to write a poem about a harp, just for you. I like the sound of Harp, rhymes with Heart. Thanks Barb -MV

barb (209.112.22.56) -- Thursday, July 29 2004, 03:53 am

hope you can think of one
your writing that is gentle and sensitive is talented writing. keep writing sweet sensitive poems.

martin Vann (63.185.64.40) -- Thursday, July 29 2004, 04:46 pm

Gentle, Sweet, Sesnitive, I'll Try Barb
Barb,

I heard, every word, I understand what you are saying to me, as I knew, you would.

Thank You,
MV

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