The Natural Balance
They say poetry is the food of love, but how much can one sonnet proclaim?
The art of taming words is a gift rarely found,
for many cage their words forcefully
in a desperate attempt to control what is not theirs.
Yet some may find the patience
to allow the words
the breath they desire;
just as the piano gentlywhispers
as it sings in adagio,
or as the bow strikes against its instrument
to command one's attention,
words must reach into each person and grasp the very concept of them.
If, as you read the final piece you are not bewitched
body and soul
the artist has failed to command the wild
and must accept this judgement with an open mind.
There is a difference between wooing the words you love
and demanding their complete loyalty.
It is my understanding that words yearned to be heard
and we crave to discover them;
if this balance is kept unscathed
both shall prosper.
