Moonlight and Midnights

Moonlight and Midnights

Moonlight and midnights, warmth of the world

Staring into their eyes, of deep blue and purple

You would not be able to recognize their enchanting whispers

That the winds echo, and talk to

Hissing through the trees, they speak to me

“Give your soul to the world” they command.

 But I cannot, for I am a fool, who has one only purpose,

Music, it has taken my spirit, forever and ever,

And I cannot give to them, what does not belong to me,

They hiss and cry, until the new day rises.

 But I must answer only to my master’s call

And not to those of the night and moon

For my gods have something which the world cannot give

Music that loops red and blue ribbons around the soul

The roses and violets of Mozart and Beethoven

They are the ones who possess what the moon desires

The candles flame, which lights the darkness,

For this is not a poem of fantasy, but reality, nothing less.

And while I do breathe the air to stay alive,

I would sooner hold my lungs still, before the absence of symphony,

For I am not a poet of words, but of sound.

   David Westlake