~The Poet’s Poet~
Be not afraid, silence educates the ear
His music had the power to melt the hardest heart
Not his music per se but that of Mozart
Music which can invent landscapes
The poetry of motion as the conductor weaved his magic spell.
The scene, a pavement set table at the Choc-Café
Four gentlemen sat, coats hanging on a nearby rail
Well suited business men it would appear
Sipping coffee, earnestly talking
It was a bright crisp spring morning
Yet they were wearing prominent white silk scarves.
He took his seat nearby, ordered his morning coffee
To one side of the table placed his note book
Spread out his newspaper, lifted his coffee cup
Suddenly the senile landscape came alive
The poet rapidly withdrew while a Manx cat disappeared indoors.
© Chris Black. February 2019.